Thalassa
Standing there, killing time,
Can't commit to anything but a crime
Can't commit to anything but a crime
She doesn't know Colt well enough to know whether she'd take her side in it all, and she's not drunk enough to find out yet, but she can understand the reasoning. She can't count how many times she's had to do something distasteful after giving a clear warning, remembering the lack of remorse once she'd done her part and needing to follow through with the threat. That doesn't mean she'll leave her crew to suffer long after making a dumb mistake or choosing to pick a fight with someone they didn't know would destroy them, and no matter what Asta did - deserved or not - she would pull him from the depths of hell to keep him safe.
Swirling the refill of bourbon inside her glass, Thal stares for a moment, distant and thoughtful like she's picturing herself as a black stead writhing amongst barbed wire that's cutting deep into her skin. It doesn't quite fit and she shakes her head, seeking comfort in another sip of her drink. "That's only because the horse is trying to fight the restraint as much as you." But she hadn't wanted to - couldn't - fight the infection, she'd clutched it close like a secret, refusing to let anyone see it let alone touch it no matter how much it dug into her fingers; and if Asta hadn't come to cure her... Thal shivers at the thought, her face turning more pale than it already is.
Her head dips, not quite hanging, but lowering under the weight of the memories and all the regrets that continue to taint her emotions. "Not exactly, but when I needed him most, he chose to turn his back." She told him she understood and she did. She gets it, and she can't imagine what position she'd put him in, but she doesn't agree and that still leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, a sourness that curls in her stomach when she thinks of how even a single kind word might have changed it all - and how he couldn't give her even that much.
Swirling the refill of bourbon inside her glass, Thal stares for a moment, distant and thoughtful like she's picturing herself as a black stead writhing amongst barbed wire that's cutting deep into her skin. It doesn't quite fit and she shakes her head, seeking comfort in another sip of her drink. "That's only because the horse is trying to fight the restraint as much as you." But she hadn't wanted to - couldn't - fight the infection, she'd clutched it close like a secret, refusing to let anyone see it let alone touch it no matter how much it dug into her fingers; and if Asta hadn't come to cure her... Thal shivers at the thought, her face turning more pale than it already is.
Her head dips, not quite hanging, but lowering under the weight of the memories and all the regrets that continue to taint her emotions. "Not exactly, but when I needed him most, he chose to turn his back." She told him she understood and she did. She gets it, and she can't imagine what position she'd put him in, but she doesn't agree and that still leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, a sourness that curls in her stomach when she thinks of how even a single kind word might have changed it all - and how he couldn't give her even that much.
