MAEA
A thoughtful look came into Maea's eyes this time, suggesting that something finally was clicking in place. If it was about following her beliefs and sticking up for her own morals, then she had indeed done that, quite recently. Some agony from the past stemmed entirely from deviating from that course - like releasing the Voice, accepting her offer to ascend, and some of the things she had done during that time.
"How do I define what my moral compass is, so I won't be swayed from it?" she asked, straightening up a bit more; here was another puzzle piece to work with, that might help her regain some of that lost confidence. "I've heard it said so often recently that intentions doesn't matter, only the result – are you saying that's not true?"
Once, many years ago now, the Voice had told her that she didn't truly know anything - that even when she thought she did, she never actually would - and whether it had been a caution or a threat Maea had internalized it like the words were a curse. Now, she turned them over in her mind and considered the meaning over again, ignoring who had said it. Perhaps... perhaps not knowing wasn't the sin she thought it was. Maybe it was more like a permission to remain curious? To look for answers she didn't have, and let mistakes be a teacher of a sort. A harsh, ruthless teacher, but one whose lessons would not be forgotten. It would require a degree of humility that wasn't entirely natural to the pale little woman, but which she could strive for... Honestly, anything that led her away from the tangled mess she had become and offered some peace and clarity was welcome at this point. Like the journal, and the relaxing exercise, and the intrepid compassion emanated from Elizabeth despite Maea's hardheaded refusal to believe in her own worth.
"How do I define what my moral compass is, so I won't be swayed from it?" she asked, straightening up a bit more; here was another puzzle piece to work with, that might help her regain some of that lost confidence. "I've heard it said so often recently that intentions doesn't matter, only the result – are you saying that's not true?"
Once, many years ago now, the Voice had told her that she didn't truly know anything - that even when she thought she did, she never actually would - and whether it had been a caution or a threat Maea had internalized it like the words were a curse. Now, she turned them over in her mind and considered the meaning over again, ignoring who had said it. Perhaps... perhaps not knowing wasn't the sin she thought it was. Maybe it was more like a permission to remain curious? To look for answers she didn't have, and let mistakes be a teacher of a sort. A harsh, ruthless teacher, but one whose lessons would not be forgotten. It would require a degree of humility that wasn't entirely natural to the pale little woman, but which she could strive for... Honestly, anything that led her away from the tangled mess she had become and offered some peace and clarity was welcome at this point. Like the journal, and the relaxing exercise, and the intrepid compassion emanated from Elizabeth despite Maea's hardheaded refusal to believe in her own worth.
I see a new horizon, holding on to hope
Say goodbye to all my pain when it's time for me to go
Say goodbye to all my pain when it's time for me to go
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
