Maea
You think killing is hard?
Try healing something. That is hard.
Try healing something. That is hard.
With a grim expression she watched the flames sputter and go out, dousing their fury in the endless water. Though he was sweating in the sun, Sunjata showed no sign of wearing out, while she had to strain to summon another spark.
"What you did wasn't meaningless," Maea protested. "Ultimately we lost, yes. And people died, and it didn't go the way many wished it had. But that doesn't mean that your choices were bad, or even wrong. Do you know how much it means even now, that there was someone who fought for my right to exist? Even when I didn't believe it myself, even though I couldn't do a single thing to protect anyone - you did. If you regret that..." she shook her head, upset for reasons she couldn't articulate.
He turned the conversation back to her again, and Maea raked long hair out of her eyes in a barely contained gesture, bursting with pent up emotion.
"If I hurt people who get close to me, it's not about wanting change, it's about necessity. Either I stay the way I am and lose all meaningful connections along with any self-respect, or I do something and try to fix what I broke. It's just... people are happy to tell me what I do wrong, but they can't seem to cough up how to be different." It was really easy to acknowledge that she'd been selfish and short sighted, and those things could be remedied with expanding her priorities. Being told to care less, though... there she was at a loss.
"The thing is... I barely stay afloat as it is. If I can't care about the big events and I can't care about the place where I live - what's left? What's the point of getting up in the morning if there's no point in trying to do anything?"
"What you did wasn't meaningless," Maea protested. "Ultimately we lost, yes. And people died, and it didn't go the way many wished it had. But that doesn't mean that your choices were bad, or even wrong. Do you know how much it means even now, that there was someone who fought for my right to exist? Even when I didn't believe it myself, even though I couldn't do a single thing to protect anyone - you did. If you regret that..." she shook her head, upset for reasons she couldn't articulate.
He turned the conversation back to her again, and Maea raked long hair out of her eyes in a barely contained gesture, bursting with pent up emotion.
"If I hurt people who get close to me, it's not about wanting change, it's about necessity. Either I stay the way I am and lose all meaningful connections along with any self-respect, or I do something and try to fix what I broke. It's just... people are happy to tell me what I do wrong, but they can't seem to cough up how to be different." It was really easy to acknowledge that she'd been selfish and short sighted, and those things could be remedied with expanding her priorities. Being told to care less, though... there she was at a loss.
"The thing is... I barely stay afloat as it is. If I can't care about the big events and I can't care about the place where I live - what's left? What's the point of getting up in the morning if there's no point in trying to do anything?"
You can break something in two seconds
But it can take forever to fix it
But it can take forever to fix it
