"What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said.
Maeve sighs heavily, trying desperately to keep Edmund calm and not snap at the Flood herself, turning her back to him for a moment so she can breathe. Her jaw feathers and her shoulders are drawn tight, but she manages to collect herself. The Nightshade turns back to him, shaking her head, "Because we're conducting business, Jata. Once we were done I planned to say something, but I'd rather not make things more difficult than they need to be." The last thing they needed was to piss off a vendor who is meant to be supplying her girls with firewood for the length of the season.
The Accepted stops pacing, looking up at him as he poses his question, offering a small nod in response. She did know what he was talking about. Maeve had watched it happen with everyone else in Torchline. Her expression is a complicated mix of emotions, heart aching for the man before her, wanting to say that it didn't make him a bad person. "And if you didn't fight you would have died. You did what you had to so you could survive. Not that it changes things or washes away that blood, but it isn't your fault. It's the fault of the society that made you do it in the first place." The queen murmurs softly, bottom lip catching between her teeth as Edmund finally starts to settle again, whining quietly.
"Listen, Jata, I won't let people continue to think he's yours. I will correct them. Not because I think it would be so awful for him to be associated with yo, but because it would give you peace of mind. You can tell me all you want that I shouldn't care about you or be involved, but you're my friend and I get to make that choice." There wasn't any heat in her voice. This was a conversation they had many times and it always ended the same. With her saying she would continue to be there for him whether he wished her to be or not.
The Accepted stops pacing, looking up at him as he poses his question, offering a small nod in response. She did know what he was talking about. Maeve had watched it happen with everyone else in Torchline. Her expression is a complicated mix of emotions, heart aching for the man before her, wanting to say that it didn't make him a bad person. "And if you didn't fight you would have died. You did what you had to so you could survive. Not that it changes things or washes away that blood, but it isn't your fault. It's the fault of the society that made you do it in the first place." The queen murmurs softly, bottom lip catching between her teeth as Edmund finally starts to settle again, whining quietly.
"Listen, Jata, I won't let people continue to think he's yours. I will correct them. Not because I think it would be so awful for him to be associated with yo, but because it would give you peace of mind. You can tell me all you want that I shouldn't care about you or be involved, but you're my friend and I get to make that choice." There wasn't any heat in her voice. This was a conversation they had many times and it always ended the same. With her saying she would continue to be there for him whether he wished her to be or not.
Maeve
