// May the road rise up to meet you //
Cracking open an eye, she gave Thalassa an exhausted look. "Then why are you asking me to be honest? It sort of implies I haven't been, which simply isn't true. I've never told you a single lie or said a single word I did not believe in at the time. And you said moments ago that if you couldn't shout, you would do so much worse. How is that not a threat?" Gods, but they were talking past each other, neither getting the point the other was trying to make. It was exhausting, frustrating, entirely disheartening, and Maea didn't know what to do, or where to go from here.
Not when Thal spoke like that, sounding so defeated. Her heart ached to hear it, and the pale-haired ancient cast wildly about for an argument that would exclude her from 'the others'... but came up empty.
"I... don't know," she replied quietly. "I mean, I don't want it to. But I can't seem to give you what you're asking for, unless it's the honesty. And if we can't hold a conversation without arguing... We did fine as long as we were shifted, right? And when we're fighting together. As long as we have a common goal. Is that enough? I don't... know." The problem was that their values differed so wildly. Even if they pointed in the same direction, the methods they used to get there inadvertently lead them down different paths. Was it possible to maintain a friendship if you only met up once in a blue moon for a drink, a hunt, to compare events and then go separate ways? She supposed... but it would never be the close kind of bond they both seemed to crave.
Not when Thal spoke like that, sounding so defeated. Her heart ached to hear it, and the pale-haired ancient cast wildly about for an argument that would exclude her from 'the others'... but came up empty.
"I... don't know," she replied quietly. "I mean, I don't want it to. But I can't seem to give you what you're asking for, unless it's the honesty. And if we can't hold a conversation without arguing... We did fine as long as we were shifted, right? And when we're fighting together. As long as we have a common goal. Is that enough? I don't... know." The problem was that their values differed so wildly. Even if they pointed in the same direction, the methods they used to get there inadvertently lead them down different paths. Was it possible to maintain a friendship if you only met up once in a blue moon for a drink, a hunt, to compare events and then go separate ways? She supposed... but it would never be the close kind of bond they both seemed to crave.
Maea
// May the wind be at your back //
