Elizabeth
Maea's placement of herself made sense. Elizabeth was just relieved she hadn't placed herself in the 'monster' category. That would mean they would have a lot of work ahead of them. By being somewhere in the middle, it may be easier to guide the Ancient away from the ledge.
Shrugging her shoulders, she set down her mug with a tilted head and a soft hum. "I suppose so, but in order for you to be a 'monster,' you would have to stop caring about others, to be so enthralled by your own desires that you don't care. Whereas I hear a 'predator' who only hunts or harms when necessary, because you've already proven to me that you do care about others." She leaned forward to present her bandaged hand between them, the cloth securely in place. Tapping the fabric, she explained, "When you wrapped my hand, you could have said 'no' or done so roughly, but your touch was gentle and kind. You wanted to help me, and you were good at it." Her eyes lifted to meet Maea, genuine honesty glowing in their brown depths. "Those aren't the actions of a monster. In fact, your own internal confliction proves that you care too much to ever let yourself become what you fear." Because it was obvious what Maea feared, she feared the 'monstrous' urges she had would make her a 'monster.'
Giving her a warm, encouraging smile, Elizabeth spoke softly, "You just have to learn to trust yourself. Trust that your humanity will guide your actions, telling you what is right and wrong." For some people, the line shifted throughout their life, however, it always came back to that internal compass, that self-identity and morals. It wasn't something she could dictate or determine. That was something Maea had to discover for herself. "Sometimes it may be more difficult to decipher, but that's when you have to listen to your feelings." Listen and reflect just like they'd talked about. It's what everything eventually came back to: self-analysis and understanding.
Shrugging her shoulders, she set down her mug with a tilted head and a soft hum. "I suppose so, but in order for you to be a 'monster,' you would have to stop caring about others, to be so enthralled by your own desires that you don't care. Whereas I hear a 'predator' who only hunts or harms when necessary, because you've already proven to me that you do care about others." She leaned forward to present her bandaged hand between them, the cloth securely in place. Tapping the fabric, she explained, "When you wrapped my hand, you could have said 'no' or done so roughly, but your touch was gentle and kind. You wanted to help me, and you were good at it." Her eyes lifted to meet Maea, genuine honesty glowing in their brown depths. "Those aren't the actions of a monster. In fact, your own internal confliction proves that you care too much to ever let yourself become what you fear." Because it was obvious what Maea feared, she feared the 'monstrous' urges she had would make her a 'monster.'
Giving her a warm, encouraging smile, Elizabeth spoke softly, "You just have to learn to trust yourself. Trust that your humanity will guide your actions, telling you what is right and wrong." For some people, the line shifted throughout their life, however, it always came back to that internal compass, that self-identity and morals. It wasn't something she could dictate or determine. That was something Maea had to discover for herself. "Sometimes it may be more difficult to decipher, but that's when you have to listen to your feelings." Listen and reflect just like they'd talked about. It's what everything eventually came back to: self-analysis and understanding.
Dive into the sea of thought,
and find there pearls beyond price.
and find there pearls beyond price.
