Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Throwing him a quick side glance, her lips thinned in what might be irritation. Getting tired of my own words
"My brother comes to mind," she replied with a touch of acerbity. "Isla. Deimos. You. At the very least you all seem capable of making reparations, whereas I only make things worse the more involved I get."
Seized by restless energy stemming from stress or perhaps anxiety, she got up from the obsidian slab and stepped up on the next one in line, balancing on the edge for no reason other than needing to do something.
"Look, it's... I'm not whining about it, alright? I realize it's my own fault for screwing up, and I'm the one who needs to fix what I break. I just don't think it's possible unless I change. And I... don't know how to do that being around people I care about. I'm always going to put their needs first. Or what I think they need, at least. And that's part of the problem, you see? I see a problem, I get myself involved, I leap into action thinking I can help... and then it backfires. Making it worse than before." Like the meeting, like with Asta, like the way she'd once nearly gotten Jata killed by sharks and joined the efforts to bring down the Barrier, unleashing the Voice upon all of Caido...
Scowling down at her feet, she couldn't remember who it was that said she got too invested in things. Had it been Sunjata? Maea hated to admit it, but it was true. And there were probably deep psychologic reasons as to why she did that... but she didn't have the tools to find out what they were, or what to do about it.
So she did the only thing that came to mind, and stayed clear of those who might make her slip.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
