// now I've been crazy, couldn't you tell? //
She supposed there might be a difference, between dying a violent death and drifting off in your sleep. "Remi might know," she mused, recalling what she had seen of the Lullaby's work. "I've only gone out in the middle of a fight – whether or not you call Melita's arrows murder or not, there was nothing peaceful about it." And Maea didn't know how to feel about it, wasn't sure what to ask even if the Honeybee was willing to talk.
Trying to take her fingers through the hair only to remember it was done up, Maea glanced at Flora. "What kept you going, in the end? You're here now, working hard, or so it looks to me. What gets you out of bed in the morning, after everything?" That felt like the crucial part. Being brought back meant little if you kept longing for death. Her own motivations had everything to do with gratitude, with guilt, with responsibility of making the most of a chance that could have gone to another.
Trying to take her fingers through the hair only to remember it was done up, Maea glanced at Flora. "What kept you going, in the end? You're here now, working hard, or so it looks to me. What gets you out of bed in the morning, after everything?" That felt like the crucial part. Being brought back meant little if you kept longing for death. Her own motivations had everything to do with gratitude, with guilt, with responsibility of making the most of a chance that could have gone to another.
Maea
// I threw stones at the stars but the whole sky fell //
