Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Taking up a pie, Maea picked it apart without really eating much. She'd found a savory one, and as the crust broke open a rich aroma of meat and onion filled her nose. It didn't really tempt her though, and no doubt Hadama would reproach her with those expressive eyes of his if he saw what she did with food... but he was not here. Nor would anything change if he was.
"I grew up learning that nothing is more precious than life," she mumbled. "I believed it, even though I personally gravitated more to Ludo than the other Heralds. For the better part of my life it was the one truth that all adhered to. It wouldn't have been possible to survive here otherwise." Beneath the dome, isolated from the world, struggling to get by as areable land depleted year by year. If they didn't help each other out, everyone would die. "Even though I've been made Ancient now, I can't just drop that sentiment. Nor do I really want to. Perhaps I care too much about things like these - the cannibalism, the torture and execution without so much as a mock trial - but I can't help but feel it's a slippery slope. Keep it up, and one day someone will die who shouldn't have. That's when the pitchforks come out, and the torches, and the witch hunt begins." Picking out a piece of meat, she chewed it slowly; it tasted like cardboard, despite the mouthwatering scent. "Maybe that man got what he deserved. I'm not saying he shouldn't have been punished for his actions. It's just... the method. The arbitrary decision to kill - the fact that cannibalism supposedly isn't allowed, but Astaroth faced zero consequences for breaking his own rules. Breaking his word – "
Breaking off, Maea shook her head, the wide curve of her horns enhancing the motion. Making it sharper than perhaps intended. It hurt, she realized, to find herself truly alone with her concept of justice. It was a small token of relief that Thalassa didn't share the habit, and she couldn't really demand that she change her stance... It just left Maea feeling cold, and disappointed. Truly the odd one out.
"I grew up learning that nothing is more precious than life," she mumbled. "I believed it, even though I personally gravitated more to Ludo than the other Heralds. For the better part of my life it was the one truth that all adhered to. It wouldn't have been possible to survive here otherwise." Beneath the dome, isolated from the world, struggling to get by as areable land depleted year by year. If they didn't help each other out, everyone would die. "Even though I've been made Ancient now, I can't just drop that sentiment. Nor do I really want to. Perhaps I care too much about things like these - the cannibalism, the torture and execution without so much as a mock trial - but I can't help but feel it's a slippery slope. Keep it up, and one day someone will die who shouldn't have. That's when the pitchforks come out, and the torches, and the witch hunt begins." Picking out a piece of meat, she chewed it slowly; it tasted like cardboard, despite the mouthwatering scent. "Maybe that man got what he deserved. I'm not saying he shouldn't have been punished for his actions. It's just... the method. The arbitrary decision to kill - the fact that cannibalism supposedly isn't allowed, but Astaroth faced zero consequences for breaking his own rules. Breaking his word – "
Breaking off, Maea shook her head, the wide curve of her horns enhancing the motion. Making it sharper than perhaps intended. It hurt, she realized, to find herself truly alone with her concept of justice. It was a small token of relief that Thalassa didn't share the habit, and she couldn't really demand that she change her stance... It just left Maea feeling cold, and disappointed. Truly the odd one out.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
