\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
Thal narrowed her eyes at the accusation, the fact that she was trying to turn this back on her like she wouldn't have wanted to know about Maea's - her friend's - struggles bit into her chest like a knife. And she bit back. "I don't recall being 'disinterested.' I do recall not caring about his choices. That still doesn't make it okay to deal in half-truths and secrets just because you think I'll disagree with your actions." Which they hadn't even begun to discuss.
She threw out her hand in exasperation, a humorless smile on her lips. "Do you really think I would be this angry if you had just told me all this yourself?! It would have looked a lot better; I'll tell you that. Instead, you let Asta be the one to tell the story, and from where I'm standing, it doesn't look very good." Whether she'd have taken the Butcher's side regardless was something they'd never get a chance to find out, and now, in addition to her frustration with how she'd treated him, Thal felt betrayed, like Maea might never tell her more than what fit her own narrative.
As for the second request, a boiling set in her veins, the blue of her eyes darkening with the depth of her emotions, her voice lowering as if she might be 'obeying,' but it was so much worse. "I'll let you know - since we're speaking of 'honestly.' If I'm not shouting, I'm going to be doing a hell of a lot worse. So, if you'd like to avoid both of those outcomes, then you may as well tell me to leave now." The following sneer was a threat and a promise all the same. Thal wasn't capable of the same detachment that Maea was, and if she couldn't handle that - if she couldn't accept Thal for who she was - then what was she even doing here?
She threw out her hand in exasperation, a humorless smile on her lips. "Do you really think I would be this angry if you had just told me all this yourself?! It would have looked a lot better; I'll tell you that. Instead, you let Asta be the one to tell the story, and from where I'm standing, it doesn't look very good." Whether she'd have taken the Butcher's side regardless was something they'd never get a chance to find out, and now, in addition to her frustration with how she'd treated him, Thal felt betrayed, like Maea might never tell her more than what fit her own narrative.
As for the second request, a boiling set in her veins, the blue of her eyes darkening with the depth of her emotions, her voice lowering as if she might be 'obeying,' but it was so much worse. "I'll let you know - since we're speaking of 'honestly.' If I'm not shouting, I'm going to be doing a hell of a lot worse. So, if you'd like to avoid both of those outcomes, then you may as well tell me to leave now." The following sneer was a threat and a promise all the same. Thal wasn't capable of the same detachment that Maea was, and if she couldn't handle that - if she couldn't accept Thal for who she was - then what was she even doing here?
Thalassa
