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." "Poor health. While I lay coughing and sweating, someone else got the jump on me and took the spot. After that, all my allies changed their mind." She managed to dodge the first projectile, only to have the second one hit her squarely in the chest. Laughing at the spray of cold that trickled in beneath the collar, she busied herself with fashioning a few more snowballs. It gave her time to think, to consider. It was old lack of confidence that spoke, really. The inherited attitude of 300 year's worth of spite, of empty prayers that went unanswered, of lingering disbelief that any god - even the one who'd done so much for her, who'd given her so much - would actually want her loyalty. Or friendship. But when Amun put things in perspective, she supposed she didn't have much to complain about. "Well... no. Not just like that. I've seen the Core, and the Voice... but we don't really get along. I guess... but how can I say I don't favor them if I've never met the rest?" Chucking three snowballs at him in one go - one with each hand, and a third with her telekinesis - Maea slowed down as the cold air began to wear on her windpipes. Running was a bad idea, it seemed.   "How about you, do you have anyone you prefer?"