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." Escape now, argue later indeed. Except Maea was perfectly capable of doing both at the same time. His comment about bringing people back from the dead earned him an incredulous look as she hurried after down the path, to the right and then straight ahead as he'd said. Not for a moment did she question whether it really was the right way. His unspoken suggestion that he ought to be some kind of allmighty savior though? Oh boy. "Who do you even think you are? Not even the gods can bring people back however they like. If no one else among all those who were at the Fiat Lux could stop that monster, then why should you be able to?" She brushed aside the backwards compliment, too caught up in her own temper to even notice it until much later. That her talking and arguing really was a way of handling the fear was also beyond her ken at the moment; all she knew was that it felt good, and that she couldn't stop. "I do feel bad for myself, but to me it looks like you do too, and that's what gets me. Sure, you're good at a lot of things. You've got magic, power and knowledge but that doesn't make you perfect or infallibe. What do you want? To reverse floods, stop the sun in its track, prevent every natural catastrophe from ever happening?" Breathing hard, she dared a quick, furious glance at Loren. "Get over yourself." Seeing movement at the corner of her eye, the girl spun around. Acting faster than her eyes could keep up, she lobbed another stone from her hand at something she thought was a squirrel. It smacked into wood with a sharp clack and riccocheted off into the thicket below. Maea swore and flushed, realizing it had just been a trick of the light, of branches moving in the faint breeze. She was growing irrational, not thinking straight. It was all coming to pieces, not at all how she had imagined her grand adventure.