Maea
You think killing is hard?
Try healing something. That is hard.
Try healing something. That is hard.
Absorbing what he was saying, it felt painfully obvious now that it was voiced out loud. Logical in a way that made it embarrassing to acknowledge how difficult it was to live by, and mortifying to realize how far she had strayed. Despite the sweet flowers and the breathtaking reflections cascading across her hands, Maea had a sense of being lost in the woods, with brambled paths extending before her bare feet; no matter which one she chose it would hurt, and yet remaining where she was would be just as bad.
"Makes sense." Rubbing her sore arm, she kept her eyes on the ribbons of water, hesitant to let her gaze linger with Sunjata for too long. She didn't trust herself around him; even now, after all this time, he was still a weakness she had to resist. "Thank you. I will... find a way to change. And... I really am sorry. For the mess I made." For deluding herself into thinking she could make a difference, when the should have known better.
"Makes sense." Rubbing her sore arm, she kept her eyes on the ribbons of water, hesitant to let her gaze linger with Sunjata for too long. She didn't trust herself around him; even now, after all this time, he was still a weakness she had to resist. "Thank you. I will... find a way to change. And... I really am sorry. For the mess I made." For deluding herself into thinking she could make a difference, when the should have known better.
You can break something in two seconds
But it can take forever to fix it
But it can take forever to fix it
