You're so cold
but you feel alive
It was a pointed question and one that made her frown, considering. On one hand, he was right. But she'd never encountered someone who'd attuned on arrival, at least not that she knew of - or had Jigano..? But, on the other hand, it was not the Old Gods who had brought the Outlanders here.
"The Voice is the reason you are here at all. She was the one who brought everyone not born on Caido, and none were given a choice there. As for me... I would trade my magic away in an instant, but I cannot. None of the gods can remove the spark from a soul, and neither did they put it there. No one knows why only the Abandoned have magic."
And as for the title itself... it was due to ancient ancestors who abused their talents and drew the wrath of the Old Gods upon themselves. Another cause for impotent rage, but also something she was working to change. One day at a time.
Nodding simple assent to the matter of accepting his situation, Maea pushed on, frowning at the idea that he would ever do something to another person. But she could not argue; the amendment was acceptable, if he considered it as a weapon and nothing else. She would not hesitate to pull a knife on someone if her life depended on it... though she'd never use it for fun either. So there was that.
"Then.. if you don't need to eat, drink or sleep, what motivates you to stay alive? Is there a point, without those things to keep you moving?" To her the basic needs seemed so vital, had been all-consuming that she couldn't imagine what it was like to not need them.
"The Voice is the reason you are here at all. She was the one who brought everyone not born on Caido, and none were given a choice there. As for me... I would trade my magic away in an instant, but I cannot. None of the gods can remove the spark from a soul, and neither did they put it there. No one knows why only the Abandoned have magic."
And as for the title itself... it was due to ancient ancestors who abused their talents and drew the wrath of the Old Gods upon themselves. Another cause for impotent rage, but also something she was working to change. One day at a time.
Nodding simple assent to the matter of accepting his situation, Maea pushed on, frowning at the idea that he would ever do something to another person. But she could not argue; the amendment was acceptable, if he considered it as a weapon and nothing else. She would not hesitate to pull a knife on someone if her life depended on it... though she'd never use it for fun either. So there was that.
"Then.. if you don't need to eat, drink or sleep, what motivates you to stay alive? Is there a point, without those things to keep you moving?" To her the basic needs seemed so vital, had been all-consuming that she couldn't imagine what it was like to not need them.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
