You're so cold
but you feel alive
She hadn't expected him to settle. Why should he do so now when it hadn't been enough to let her be before? Still, his demands on her felt heavy all the same, the profound change in views it required of her feeling a touch more than she could manage at the moment.
Sighing, Maea hated that he made her feel like a child. The answer to his question was obvious, and stating it out loud would only hammer down the fact that she was being an unreasonable, prejudiced cunt. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, prove him right or let him lead her down some winding logical path, because fear really was the pure opposite of logic. There were reasons for its existence, oh yes, and there was probably some reptilian part in her that saw the Ascended as a threat and decided she'd be better off staying away from them. Was it fair? No. Was it right? No, of course not. Would his reasoning change anything? No, probably not.
But simply not answering the condescending question would prove her the child she felt, and that too was something Maea couldn't stand. So she swallowed the ire and replied, tone flat, voice as neutral as she could make it; her discomfort was plain as the day, but there was nothing she could do about that.
"I want to be treated according to my actions," she said. "Given the chance to prove myself worthy of trust and acceptance and not be judged by the deeds of people long dead and gone...
"Come on, what's the point of this? It's not like I'm throwing rocks at you or keeping you from doing things. Why do you care so much whether I'm afraid or not?"
She gave him an exasperated look. What part of her demeanor towards him was so appallingly different from what she was saying? She didn't know him, had only one encounter to base an opinion on and while that had been favorable indeed it was still only one instance. Maea didn't expect anyone to trust or even like herself after so short a time.
Sighing, Maea hated that he made her feel like a child. The answer to his question was obvious, and stating it out loud would only hammer down the fact that she was being an unreasonable, prejudiced cunt. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, prove him right or let him lead her down some winding logical path, because fear really was the pure opposite of logic. There were reasons for its existence, oh yes, and there was probably some reptilian part in her that saw the Ascended as a threat and decided she'd be better off staying away from them. Was it fair? No. Was it right? No, of course not. Would his reasoning change anything? No, probably not.
But simply not answering the condescending question would prove her the child she felt, and that too was something Maea couldn't stand. So she swallowed the ire and replied, tone flat, voice as neutral as she could make it; her discomfort was plain as the day, but there was nothing she could do about that.
"I want to be treated according to my actions," she said. "Given the chance to prove myself worthy of trust and acceptance and not be judged by the deeds of people long dead and gone...
"Come on, what's the point of this? It's not like I'm throwing rocks at you or keeping you from doing things. Why do you care so much whether I'm afraid or not?"
She gave him an exasperated look. What part of her demeanor towards him was so appallingly different from what she was saying? She didn't know him, had only one encounter to base an opinion on and while that had been favorable indeed it was still only one instance. Maea didn't expect anyone to trust or even like herself after so short a time.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
