Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Intrigued, she was of a mind to keep asking questions about the world beneath the waves, because it was a world she had never explored. Unfortunately, her own inquiry ruined the mood, and with a slight grimace Maea turned her gaze back to the meal. Getting tired of my own words
"Not exactly requires... but apparently it is not discouraged, either. In the midst of the bloodlust, there is no distinction. Actually, the harder of a kill it is, the more satisfying it seems to be. It's why I'm so worried... I don't ever want to end up in a position where a mistake could be made."
Maybe she had been too circumspect when describing her concerns. It was a distasteful subject, especially over a meal, but she had assumed Hadama knew what she was talking about. Of course, on a deeper level it did beg the question why animals were acceptable to hunt while humans were not, but it wasn't a nuance she was too keen on exploring. Maea had a feeling she wouldn't like the answer.
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
