Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
"That incredibly pesky war." Maeve sighs in confirmation, leaning back comfortably on her hand, eyes shifting over to Jack as they both fall into a sort of ease. The waves reach them here, softer than when down by the shore, mixing with the babbling of the fountain and the breeze rustling through the garden. Her foots bobs lightly as she lounges at the edge of the fountain along with him.
"Any choice I make right now when it comes to something for the region will be scrutinized. Even the most innocent thing can be read as a threat. As something to keep them out." Them being the Ascended. Maeve doesn't care one way or another. Whether they're around or not. About the Voice. Although her position means she must and a part of her does. Just not to the same extent as others. "Not like the barrier we have during monsoon season, but something bigger? What would it do?" A safehouse was her initial thought, but maybe he has something else in mind.
"Any choice I make right now when it comes to something for the region will be scrutinized. Even the most innocent thing can be read as a threat. As something to keep them out." Them being the Ascended. Maeve doesn't care one way or another. Whether they're around or not. About the Voice. Although her position means she must and a part of her does. Just not to the same extent as others. "Not like the barrier we have during monsoon season, but something bigger? What would it do?" A safehouse was her initial thought, but maybe he has something else in mind.
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
