"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
Maeve's lips purse and she lets out a breath, "I didn't know that she would be willing to do such a thing..." She mutters, feeling sick to her stomach at the very thought of it, finding it hard to wrap her head around. There were ascended she'd met that had been nothing but pleasant to her. Hell, Adam had offered to help take care of her and a potential child should it ever come up. Except Adam wouldn't be Adam if the Voice took over. None of them would be themselves. They'd just be vessels.
She nods, careful not to move too much as Safrin continues to play with her hair, gently brushing it out the way a mother might. Maeve lets the last of her guilt slip away, soothed by her words, "You're right... He apologized for it, but that doesn't change that it happened. Torchline should come first, shouldn't it?" She muses softly, glancing back over her shoulder for confirmation, eyes expectant as she looks up at her.
The laugh startles the Madame into letting one loose, cheeks flushing pink, "Of course. But once Nate does? What then? If he needs help still who would step in?" She asks, curious as to what the herald has in mind, wondering if she plays a part in it herself.
She nods, careful not to move too much as Safrin continues to play with her hair, gently brushing it out the way a mother might. Maeve lets the last of her guilt slip away, soothed by her words, "You're right... He apologized for it, but that doesn't change that it happened. Torchline should come first, shouldn't it?" She muses softly, glancing back over her shoulder for confirmation, eyes expectant as she looks up at her.
The laugh startles the Madame into letting one loose, cheeks flushing pink, "Of course. But once Nate does? What then? If he needs help still who would step in?" She asks, curious as to what the herald has in mind, wondering if she plays a part in it herself.
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