over and over again

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." "That's..! not what I meant" she began to protest, but the rest came out in a tired grumble without any real conviction. Damn, this guy was hellbent on taking everything the wrong way, wasn't he? And she did not have the energy to argue. Maea was tired, like she hadn't slept at all in the year she'd been gone. It had settled like an ache in her body, bone deep and throbbing, in a way she hadn't felt since she was a small child and constantly on the verge of succumbing to another illness. Whatever tolls the unnatural event had taken on her, she wanted nothing so much as to eat, drink and lay down on something that wasn't snow. Sleep, and sleep, and forget everything for a while. "Think whatever you want. I can't seem to say the right thing anyway." It shouldn't matter if she offended him, if he didn't believe her. They weren't friends, had no connections, nothing in common if their conversation was anything to go by. She shouldn't care... but she did. Maea hesitated before the portal, even when Amun warned that it was the only way home. She had seen a person leap into one such light before, and they had not come back out again. She couldn't recall if they'd survived, if she had ever heard what became of them. Could it really be true? It would take her back home, to everything that was well known and familiar? To faces she recognized, and all the things she used to know? There was no other choice but to find out. So Maea followed the ascended into the light. Stepped in through the mirror...