[SE] Roads we walk in the dark

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

Maea was judgmental enough for the both of them. It was a matter to be addressed in addition to many others, but not, perhaps, today. It was quite enough to have changed her stance this far already, to be sitting in company so long and not once feeling a need to or desire to leave.
Her expression suggested she had some lingering doubts on the morality of taking pride in killing at all, but at least she didn't object. Perhaps she was simply getting tired. Maea wanted to accept what Hadama suggested, there was just so much resistence within. Deeply ingrained, a result of years of internal abuse... the kind of damage it would take more than one conversation to undo.
"Maybe I'll be able to see it that way, some day," she conceded, holding on to hope. "I do hope I won't start that slide. It would be... very bad, I think."

Finishing off the last of the food, she leaned back with a contented sigh. "Thank you for the meal. And for listening. I'm glad we ran into each other... it feels better, now. All of it." Smiling softly at Hadama, she promised to herself that she would return the favor eventually. He looked like he needed to talk, too... but perhaps not right now. In a little while she would help him pack up, collect her jerky, but for the moment it was nice just to sit, worrying about nothing at all.

It was a small thing, but it made all the difference in the world.

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3