Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
"Mmh. That's truly an awful situation to be in. With the risk of sounding callous, though, if you're right then there will come a point when we all have to choose between being safe and being free." Maea's jaw clenched, a familiar old sense of claustrophobia rearing its ugly head the more Remi went on. She hated it. That the alternative stood between bowing in defeat and accept something worse than slavery, or dying in gloroious defiance as they fought to the bitter end, was such bullshit. And while she knew what option she would choose, it just didn't sit right. She hadn't come this far just for her life to end now.
"Is there really no third option..? Nothing we can do to make sure there's ways to keep fighting even if the flowers turn out to be too few? I just can't accept that all our gods and demigods and mages and brave people combined can't put at least some small measure in place..." Even though nothing came to mind immediately, there had to be something. A haven to shelter in, a mental shield against the void, a weapon or strategy or... anything at all.
"Is there really no third option..? Nothing we can do to make sure there's ways to keep fighting even if the flowers turn out to be too few? I just can't accept that all our gods and demigods and mages and brave people combined can't put at least some small measure in place..." Even though nothing came to mind immediately, there had to be something. A haven to shelter in, a mental shield against the void, a weapon or strategy or... anything at all.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
