Elizabeth
Her eyes and ears took in every piece of information as Maea spoke. Even the smallest of cues told her the depths of the Ancient's troubles. The glimmering of tears and avoidance of her question spoke volumes more. Little of what she said would break through the wall she'd built.
There was a fear - a fear of becoming a monster that was ingrained so deep that it consumed her very identity. The real question was: where had it come from? She talked of reveling in her kills as an Ancient, but that didn't seem like it would be strong enough to cause such a reaction. No. There was something else. Elizabeth just had to figure out the right questions to ask.
Keeping the atmosphere calm and open, she took another slow sip of tea. "Let me ask you this: what makes someone a monster?" Her warm brown eyes looked to Maea, wondering how she might define the term, and whether or not she already thought herself one.
There was a fear - a fear of becoming a monster that was ingrained so deep that it consumed her very identity. The real question was: where had it come from? She talked of reveling in her kills as an Ancient, but that didn't seem like it would be strong enough to cause such a reaction. No. There was something else. Elizabeth just had to figure out the right questions to ask.
Keeping the atmosphere calm and open, she took another slow sip of tea. "Let me ask you this: what makes someone a monster?" Her warm brown eyes looked to Maea, wondering how she might define the term, and whether or not she already thought herself one.
Dive into the sea of thought,
and find there pearls beyond price.
and find there pearls beyond price.
