"What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said.
It's a thought. Attuning. One she's not so sure she's ready to pursue. There would be benefits, but as it stands now Maeve isn't sure she's interested in taking that jump. Still, she tucks it away for later. "I could, but I'm not sure it would be the most fitting for me." Her shoulders lift in a shrug, watching as Edmund continues to squirm in Sunjata's grasp, going still when the Flood fixed him with a look. He blinks up at Sunjata with eyes that seem the perfect combination of the Nightshade and the Flood. The resemblance is uncanny, but that's all it is.
Still, his sudden question draws her gaze back to his, brows pinching together before she heaves a soft sigh. It was bound to come up. Even if they knew the math. Even if it wasn't possible. People had their own thoughts about what happened between the two of them. With Edmund now here, looking like a mixture of them it was hard to ignore, but she did her best. Her lips press into a thin line, jaw feathering before her expression softens altogether, "Probably more than we would like to realize."
Maeve takes a step forward, reaching towards her son and running fingers through his curls, "He isn't, though. We know that. People will talk and assume, but they always do. They did before. They will continue to do it now. We know the truth. Isn't that what matters?" It matters to her, but she doesn't have anyone in her life who cares now. Locke didn't even fully believe her. If it wasn't for the fact that she knew she hadn't been with Sunjata at the time for it to be possible she might have questioned it too, but that wasn't how it worked.
Still, his sudden question draws her gaze back to his, brows pinching together before she heaves a soft sigh. It was bound to come up. Even if they knew the math. Even if it wasn't possible. People had their own thoughts about what happened between the two of them. With Edmund now here, looking like a mixture of them it was hard to ignore, but she did her best. Her lips press into a thin line, jaw feathering before her expression softens altogether, "Probably more than we would like to realize."
Maeve takes a step forward, reaching towards her son and running fingers through his curls, "He isn't, though. We know that. People will talk and assume, but they always do. They did before. They will continue to do it now. We know the truth. Isn't that what matters?" It matters to her, but she doesn't have anyone in her life who cares now. Locke didn't even fully believe her. If it wasn't for the fact that she knew she hadn't been with Sunjata at the time for it to be possible she might have questioned it too, but that wasn't how it worked.
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