MAEA
Color rose in her face, fueled by some emotion teetering between shame and regret. Cold numbness prickled her skin and Maea rubbed an arm like it was a sensation that could be wiped off, even though it was already settling deep into her bones. The worst part was that Ludo wasn't wrong. And what it was saying just highlighted the problem with her, lately. There was so much presumption, and half baked displays of sincerity that on a closer look simply came off as lame, half-hearted, hastily thrown together without thought for the consequences.
She was halfway into a bow to apologize when the ghostly presence of ragged cloth whispered over the bones of the shrine. Freezing in mid motion, a freezing trickle of dread she'd never experienced around Ludo before went down her spine. Remi's retelling of his experiences with the Herald suddenly leaped into vivid recollection, and it cut through her personal grief like a knife, screaming that she had to pay close attention to what she was saying now - lest she agree to things that would prove irreversible.
Her breath quivered softly as she inhaled, mind racing to piece together . "That... is really presumptuous of me, you are right. Please allow me to rephrase - if you would find it in you to provide a way for me to fix myself, I would be incredibly grateful." Reclining her head, Maea briefly met the gaze of the mask and hastily lowered her eyes again. The sand was good enough for her.
"Removing my memories... What would happen to them? Would they be gone forever, or could they be... preserved somehow? Bottled away? Maybe... maybe I am being greedy here, but if possible I would like to avoid forgetting forever. Else, I will learn nothing from the experience, and might as well just die and be reborn, and cause everyone a lot less trouble." And for all that her actions in many cases had been thoughtless and stupid, even short sighted, the one thing they had in common was a stubborn, infuriating desperation to live, by any means.
If death was truly what she longed for, she would never have returned from Mort's halls in the first place, that was just the bitter truth.
She was halfway into a bow to apologize when the ghostly presence of ragged cloth whispered over the bones of the shrine. Freezing in mid motion, a freezing trickle of dread she'd never experienced around Ludo before went down her spine. Remi's retelling of his experiences with the Herald suddenly leaped into vivid recollection, and it cut through her personal grief like a knife, screaming that she had to pay close attention to what she was saying now - lest she agree to things that would prove irreversible.
Her breath quivered softly as she inhaled, mind racing to piece together . "That... is really presumptuous of me, you are right. Please allow me to rephrase - if you would find it in you to provide a way for me to fix myself, I would be incredibly grateful." Reclining her head, Maea briefly met the gaze of the mask and hastily lowered her eyes again. The sand was good enough for her.
"Removing my memories... What would happen to them? Would they be gone forever, or could they be... preserved somehow? Bottled away? Maybe... maybe I am being greedy here, but if possible I would like to avoid forgetting forever. Else, I will learn nothing from the experience, and might as well just die and be reborn, and cause everyone a lot less trouble." And for all that her actions in many cases had been thoughtless and stupid, even short sighted, the one thing they had in common was a stubborn, infuriating desperation to live, by any means.
If death was truly what she longed for, she would never have returned from Mort's halls in the first place, that was just the bitter truth.
Nothing lasts forever
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
