It's a feeling we always chase

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

She sat unusually still in her corner. Didn't fidget or stir, didn't seem possessed of the usual restless energy that kept her moving, pushing, pulling both herself and others. A slight shrug was given as she mer his gaze... Maea couldn't hold it, and turned back to watching the fire dance.

"Everything I have left," came the simple reply. "The few things I still believe in. There are only so many things 'sorry' can mend.. and I keep wondering when I will have pushed too far." Maea tucked a strand of hair behind an ear. "Then again, I get this urge too. To just light everything on fire, burn every bridge and see what remains when I'm done. Who I will be when the dust settles. I don't... really like what I see in the mirror right now.

"There's no conviction in anything I do. One word from you and I would have left Halo to come here. A sign from Ludo and I would abandon all pretense of caring about anything but doing its will... and... it scares me."

Maea drew a deep breath, and let it out in a slow sigh. It was hard to explain... much did have to do with this rift opened between them, but she also thought that it might be created by her own instability. This insecurity, the lack of direction... so ready to hang all of herself on others.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh