Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Leaning into the fire, the pull of blood and water against her hair and clothes makes her look smaller than usual. Asta might recognize the shift similar to when she'd worn her glamour, younger, softer. She flashes her fangs in a humorless smile as she looks to him, some of her bravado shining through. "It's hard not to when we look nearly identical, and everything seems to line up." The timeline, her name, her call the ocean, her singing. The facts are too glaring to ignore.
As for why she still hesitates? Thal sighs, long and deep. "It's just impossible to imagine me as this girl she describes. Someone so full of 'happiness' and 'love' like some naive brat who got hit one too many times with a hug." Her lip comes up in a sneer, the words like venom on her tongue. She rips into another bite of the allogator, but it tastes like ash, and she has difficulty swallowing it around the childish sentiments.
Tossing the piece aside, Thal hugs her leg a little closer, for comfort or warmth, who knows. But her next words are softer, the struggle evident as if she were walking upstream. "She also kept calling me 'Lassie.'" Just saying the name sends a chilling shiver down her spine, like someone walked over her grave, trampling the fire blossoms along the way. "I'm not sure I want to know more about someone who doesn't exist anymore." Because she isn't the same person that Athena had spoken of, so full of life and willing to bare her heart for all to see. She'd been a fool. She'd been tricked. She wasn't someone Thal could be anymore.
As for why she still hesitates? Thal sighs, long and deep. "It's just impossible to imagine me as this girl she describes. Someone so full of 'happiness' and 'love' like some naive brat who got hit one too many times with a hug." Her lip comes up in a sneer, the words like venom on her tongue. She rips into another bite of the allogator, but it tastes like ash, and she has difficulty swallowing it around the childish sentiments.
Tossing the piece aside, Thal hugs her leg a little closer, for comfort or warmth, who knows. But her next words are softer, the struggle evident as if she were walking upstream. "She also kept calling me 'Lassie.'" Just saying the name sends a chilling shiver down her spine, like someone walked over her grave, trampling the fire blossoms along the way. "I'm not sure I want to know more about someone who doesn't exist anymore." Because she isn't the same person that Athena had spoken of, so full of life and willing to bare her heart for all to see. She'd been a fool. She'd been tricked. She wasn't someone Thal could be anymore.
Thalassa
