Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Pale eyes betrayed her intentions and darted aside to sneak a quick glance at the Flood. Habit, yet she cursed herself inwardly all the same. It only made it worse, to see the weariness of his face, the lines criss-crossing whatever section of skin that showed through. It used to make her feel so helpless, those scars. Especially the ones she'd had a part in creating.
"You really didn't see that coming?" she said, in a tone that came dangerously close to compassion. Nate's name stung, indeed, but not nearly so much as all the time she had lost. Time to - no. None of that!
"Amun told me some of what happened." Her hands tightened around the bundled cloth of the coat, picking at the frayed edges. "Where is Nate, anyway?" Might as well get it over with.
"You really didn't see that coming?" she said, in a tone that came dangerously close to compassion. Nate's name stung, indeed, but not nearly so much as all the time she had lost. Time to - no. None of that!
"Amun told me some of what happened." Her hands tightened around the bundled cloth of the coat, picking at the frayed edges. "Where is Nate, anyway?" Might as well get it over with.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
