A few marbles short

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Nodding, she didn't ask anymore. She knew the name of the plant, if not what it looked like, or what it was for, but supposed she'd just see what he picked and look for the same thing. She knew the taste of most the efficacious plants from painful experience, but nibbling the tangled herbs along the path was probably not the best way to find the right one. "That one's a bit rare, isn't it?" she commented. "I remember the healer who came to my house used to complain about there never being enough of it." She had not expected to be taken so seriously. Most people would probably have agreed that it was a ridiculous thing - to risk herself just to prove something - but Loren did not. Her head cocked curiously as she looked over at him, noting the lackluster tone and the dull eyes. "Yes... something like that. Why, have you done the same?" She found it a bit hard to believe. At first glance he looked wholesome, calm, capable... not someone who'd be haunted by personal failures. But that just went to show, didn't it, that you shouldn't judge by appearance. In the end, everyone had their own ghosts, and their own battles to fight.