Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Straightening up where she stood, Maea turned to face him, the weight of hard work and sacrifices in his gaze. "Work miracles," she replied simply, quiet and soft. "Are you really telling me there isn't more we can do?" The emphasis was on we, as she absolutely intended to squeeze it out from herself just as much as everyone else.
"So our people will be safe, in the bubbles we've been making. Then what? You've seen what isolation does to people before. Maybe this won't be exactly like the Hollowed Grounds, but if the risk of going outside is great enough, it might as well be. With one bubble in Halo, and one in Torchline, and maybe some others, we'll become scattered.
"What will happen to travel if the Family wins? Can anyone set foot outside without being infected? That'd be an end to most quests. If we can't travel, we can't communicate either, or plan, or do anything but slowly wither into apathy. I don't know about you, but to me that really isn't any way to live." It wasn't to diminish any of the choices that had been made up to this point. Maea simply worried it wouldn't be enough.
"That's why I'm wondering what else to do. Because I have no intention of going back to live in a cage, no matter how safe it might seem." Her eyes glittered as she said it, with a calm certainty that mirrored her sentiment as she placed herself right in Dahlia's path. "What do you think would help? Portals between the regions? Better communications than ravens and letters? Of course the best outcome is to win, and I will keep scouring these woods for roses until I'm dragged out by the hair. But if the worst were to happen... how do we keep fighting to take back our home?"
"So our people will be safe, in the bubbles we've been making. Then what? You've seen what isolation does to people before. Maybe this won't be exactly like the Hollowed Grounds, but if the risk of going outside is great enough, it might as well be. With one bubble in Halo, and one in Torchline, and maybe some others, we'll become scattered.
"What will happen to travel if the Family wins? Can anyone set foot outside without being infected? That'd be an end to most quests. If we can't travel, we can't communicate either, or plan, or do anything but slowly wither into apathy. I don't know about you, but to me that really isn't any way to live." It wasn't to diminish any of the choices that had been made up to this point. Maea simply worried it wouldn't be enough.
"That's why I'm wondering what else to do. Because I have no intention of going back to live in a cage, no matter how safe it might seem." Her eyes glittered as she said it, with a calm certainty that mirrored her sentiment as she placed herself right in Dahlia's path. "What do you think would help? Portals between the regions? Better communications than ravens and letters? Of course the best outcome is to win, and I will keep scouring these woods for roses until I'm dragged out by the hair. But if the worst were to happen... how do we keep fighting to take back our home?"
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
