Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
It awarded him another look, though slightly puzzled this time. "I thought you adored Safrin. Why would you need backbone against your goddess?" It made no sense to her. From where she stood, Maea's problem was that she hadn't stuck with hers when it mattered.
When he dropped the news about Nate's state, she stilled with the shock. Dead? That was... almost hilarious. "Maybe you are cursed," she blurted - then the wall thumped into her back, and she realized that she had swayed on the spot. Ridiculous. All these sentimental emotions directed towards people who didn't give a damn about her - Amun was wrong, she was weak. Nate wasn't even a friend. Just a could-have-been.
"Well. At the very least she's good at dredging up dead things. It's the only thing she's going for her." Her tone carried an undercurrent of bitterness, familiar and rank as bad breath that never seemed to wash away.
When he dropped the news about Nate's state, she stilled with the shock. Dead? That was... almost hilarious. "Maybe you are cursed," she blurted - then the wall thumped into her back, and she realized that she had swayed on the spot. Ridiculous. All these sentimental emotions directed towards people who didn't give a damn about her - Amun was wrong, she was weak. Nate wasn't even a friend. Just a could-have-been.
"Well. At the very least she's good at dredging up dead things. It's the only thing she's going for her." Her tone carried an undercurrent of bitterness, familiar and rank as bad breath that never seemed to wash away.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
