\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
It was hard to gather whether Maea was truly regretful. Her words said one thing, but her firm tone and cold demeanor made it seem unlikely that she even cared. Sometimes it was like she was a totally different person - one scared and timid, the other stubborn and righteous - and she never knew which one to expect. Thal narrowed her eyes more, suspicion making her quiet, cautious.
Folding her arms across her chest, she still stood standing in the middle of the room, refusing to let her guard down. "I can't guarantee my reaction if I don't know what you're going to say. The only thing I can promise you is that I'll listen." Which was more than she might have offered anyone else, purely because of their history together, because - for some ungodly reason - deep down, she hoped there might still be something salvageable.
Folding her arms across her chest, she still stood standing in the middle of the room, refusing to let her guard down. "I can't guarantee my reaction if I don't know what you're going to say. The only thing I can promise you is that I'll listen." Which was more than she might have offered anyone else, purely because of their history together, because - for some ungodly reason - deep down, she hoped there might still be something salvageable.
Thalassa
