Maeve
It was a valid argument. One that Maeve could find little fault with as she gazed at the younger girl, letting her loose from the embrace when she made to pull away from her, knowing that trying to keep her there wouldn't do any good. "Crying doesn't make you weak, Seren. I cried when I had to slaughter a goat for my quest. I broke. We aren't born fighters. It isn't in us from the start and sometimes we have to break a little to be stronger next time." Her words were gentle, soothing in the way she spoke them, having experience in what the girl was feeling now. How could either of them fight in a war when their hearts broke for unicorns and goats and starcritters? It was a cruel fate that they were destined for.
"That is all true, but how can you constantly be strong for others, Seren? Hm? How can you push down all the things that make you you? Is it worth locking that part of yourself away just so you don't shed any tears over a hard task? I'm not so sure it is." Maeve shook her head, letting out a soft sigh as she held her friend's gaze, seaglass green meeting blue. "The thing about you that gives me hope and inspiration is your empathy. Your heart. The way you give everything your all and aren't afraid to weep for those who deserve your tears. That is strength all in itself."
"That is all true, but how can you constantly be strong for others, Seren? Hm? How can you push down all the things that make you you? Is it worth locking that part of yourself away just so you don't shed any tears over a hard task? I'm not so sure it is." Maeve shook her head, letting out a soft sigh as she held her friend's gaze, seaglass green meeting blue. "The thing about you that gives me hope and inspiration is your empathy. Your heart. The way you give everything your all and aren't afraid to weep for those who deserve your tears. That is strength all in itself."
No one wants you when you have no heart
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
