over and over again

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Well now. So there was some thought behind that foolishly cheerful facade. Interesting... Maea could find no reason to object to the accusation. Indeed, she felt the remark sting quite a bit, striking home more than she would have liked to admit. Because had she not been very quick to defend her own in other debates? She too had tried to stay mellow, instead of standing up to those of the Naturals who had been overtly vocal. Hadn't she suggested the middle road herself? The compromising route, the 'all hold hands and stay calm' path? Because it was what she preferred herself. Conflict was not in her nature, and to seek it out would be to question everything she believed. It was... not a lesson she was quite ready for yet. In her own opinon. "Keeping your head down has been a matter of survival for most of us" she reflected softly. "But you are right, of course. It's far easier to agree with the majority than to risk everything and stand up. Even when it is the right thing to do." She considered him, openly this time. Pale eyes took in everything, from his expression to the clothes he wore and the easy way he moved across the landscape, even in the snow and wind left behind by the receding storm. The cocky smile, as much a shield as any she had seen before, and the hands-on approach he seemed to prefer over books and learning. "I think... you're just braver than most people" she concluded, and smiled warmly. "It's a good thing too, or I would have been done for."