Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Why was she bristling at him like this? Why all the belligerence, the cuts and needles? For all she said about fighting not being a solution - here she was anyway. Itching for something to take her mind off the torn and bleeding parts of her mind. And suddenly she knew why Sunjata kept getting into fights. Just like that, she understood.
Damn it. What a bad influence that man was on her.
It took some effort, but eventually Maea looked away. Off towards the street, where nighttime lay like a blanket over the settlement. People lay sleeping in their houses, and it was quiet save for their own voices.
"Yeah. I'm sorry. It must be the stress, as you said." Why did it irk her so much, that he thought the Voice was her best option? Old prejudice? On the other hand, it felt beyond good to know that Amun wasn't buddies and friends with Nate. Never mind that she had liked him well enough at some point; that sentiment was long gone now.
"I'll talk to the Voice." Maybe she would never be ready for it. Maybe it was more akin to pulling a rotted tooth - something you just had to get over with. If it made Amun stop looking like she had just thrown water in his face... all the better. "We'll go. You'll be there to keep me from running, and I'll... try not to be a brat." Dragging a hand over her face, Maea felt like she had lost some kind of battle.
But it hadn't happened here. Not really. It had everything to do with teleporting away, and leaving her brother behind. Being selfish, and stubborn... it might cost her more than she'd realized.
Damn it. What a bad influence that man was on her.
It took some effort, but eventually Maea looked away. Off towards the street, where nighttime lay like a blanket over the settlement. People lay sleeping in their houses, and it was quiet save for their own voices.
"Yeah. I'm sorry. It must be the stress, as you said." Why did it irk her so much, that he thought the Voice was her best option? Old prejudice? On the other hand, it felt beyond good to know that Amun wasn't buddies and friends with Nate. Never mind that she had liked him well enough at some point; that sentiment was long gone now.
"I'll talk to the Voice." Maybe she would never be ready for it. Maybe it was more akin to pulling a rotted tooth - something you just had to get over with. If it made Amun stop looking like she had just thrown water in his face... all the better. "We'll go. You'll be there to keep me from running, and I'll... try not to be a brat." Dragging a hand over her face, Maea felt like she had lost some kind of battle.
But it hadn't happened here. Not really. It had everything to do with teleporting away, and leaving her brother behind. Being selfish, and stubborn... it might cost her more than she'd realized.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
