Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
Glad to leave the topic of Maea in the dust of their footsteps, Thal lets their agreeance be the end of it, an amused grin spread across her lips. They could preach to the choir all the way to the ship if they wanted, but it's become tiring to spin circles around the never-changing woman. Until one of them encounters her again, Thal hopes they might be able to pretend that she just doesn't exist.
After all, Asta appears to have dealt with his most recent interaction - even if her eyebrow raises at what sort of ways he may have accomplished that. A mischievous smirk hints at the curiosity while she gives a clipped, "Good." It's the tone of someone in charge, someone who would not have allowed any other outcome to be acceptable, and as her focus shifts to hunting, her words are similarly laced with the notes of command. "Do you want purely violence? Or a meal?" There's not 'if' anymore - no luck - just the details of the matter and what his needs are as she continues to scan his eyes for signs of discontent, her own filled with trouble and chaos to come.
After all, Asta appears to have dealt with his most recent interaction - even if her eyebrow raises at what sort of ways he may have accomplished that. A mischievous smirk hints at the curiosity while she gives a clipped, "Good." It's the tone of someone in charge, someone who would not have allowed any other outcome to be acceptable, and as her focus shifts to hunting, her words are similarly laced with the notes of command. "Do you want purely violence? Or a meal?" There's not 'if' anymore - no luck - just the details of the matter and what his needs are as she continues to scan his eyes for signs of discontent, her own filled with trouble and chaos to come.
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
