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." "Yes. I do recall seeing that name on the noticeboard. Something Launceleyn... apparently there are a few of them. Never had anything to do with any of them. By that moniker, I take it she isn't a particularly soft touch?" Frowning, she left off the games and returned to the walking - one step, two steps, onward thorugh the wind. Slowly the landscape was changing, the ground rising ever so slightly, and when the snow parted she could see something on the horizon, like a cloudbank that wasn't moving. Hills? Trees? Maea couldn't tell, and too preoccupied with the conversation to ask. "So many questions. Does it matter? Old gods, new gods... They're all the same in that they're more powerful than me by far, and if they set their minds to something I can either bow and obey, or stay out of their way if I don't agree. The Voice made it perfectly clear that I would be wise to do the latter." Turning to face Amun, she laid eyes on him just in time to see the smile, the flash of fangs, hear his reply. And suddenly, it all made sense. The way he moved, the lack of care for the climate, the cold, how he had been so quick to move when he shouldn't... Maea swallowed, hard. It... was ridiculous, to be afraid now. If he really wanted to hurt her, he could have just left her out there on the tundra. And yet... suspecting something and having it confirmed was two entirely different things. Thing was, she couldn't entirely control it. The way her stomach clenched, how cold her fingers felt. How the laughter died away in her eyes, and curdled on her tongue. "You're ascended, then?" Not a question, really. It was more that she didn't know what else to say. All the words... just died.