Bring me that Horizon

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies She considered him, pale eyes taking in the way he collected the shells, the hard eyes and the hard body too scarred for any softness to remain. Mulled over the question too, and did not mind if the silence got a bit dragged out before she found an answer. "I never met the others in person," she said. "And I'll admit my experiences have been only good, so perhaps I am biased. But perhaps... you get a bit of what you give? An eye for an eye, so to speak. Death is very personal. I don't see why it's Herald should be any different." It was hard for her to compare, or to speak of things that she had no knowledge of. No doubt Remi had already had a far deeper understanding of Ludo's nature than she, who'd only seen one side of it. "I asked it once, if there was a way for the Abandoned to atone for the mistakes of the ones who came before. The answer I got was to 'use magic modestly, under the eyes of the Old Gods.' How would you interpret that?" Leaning down, she picked up a white seashell that had caught her eye, and without a word Maea handed it to Remi. Not knowing the purpose, but joining in on it all the same.