Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Maea never knew of his penchant for Isla, and so expected nothing but that slight edge. It was, in a way, good to know that some things worked as she had expected.
She shook her head, quick to forgive; there had been ample time to think about what happened that day. "I don't blame you," she told him. "None of you. I never should have gone in the first place - or at least I should have stayed on the ship. I grew overconfident, thought I could do things when in reality... " Her hands came up in a shrug.
"I made a mistake, and I paid for it. I'm the one who's sorry, for putting you through that. And... and for this." She gestured to herself, who - what - she had become.
She shook her head, quick to forgive; there had been ample time to think about what happened that day. "I don't blame you," she told him. "None of you. I never should have gone in the first place - or at least I should have stayed on the ship. I grew overconfident, thought I could do things when in reality... " Her hands came up in a shrug.
"I made a mistake, and I paid for it. I'm the one who's sorry, for putting you through that. And... and for this." She gestured to herself, who - what - she had become.
Maea
