Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Maea blinked. Sam was dead? That... hurt. Surprisingly, but also not. He was of the Grounds. The old Grounds, under the barrier, before freedom when the only war they knew of was that against monsters and starvation. Evie's brother. Her friend.
That he and Amun had been involved was the least shocking in all of this, honestly. But at least she understood the anger. The reckless lack of concern for consequences.
"I'm so sorry, Amun." For the first time, Maea's voice warmed and almost resembled her old self again. "I don't blame you. I've done... something similar, myself. But far pettier, probably."
Untangling her limbs, the girl pushed herself up to her feet. Unsteady and with a hand to the wall for support, she staggered over and reached out for Amun, meaning to pull him into a half-hug. If her legs held up, and he allowed it.
That he and Amun had been involved was the least shocking in all of this, honestly. But at least she understood the anger. The reckless lack of concern for consequences.
"I'm so sorry, Amun." For the first time, Maea's voice warmed and almost resembled her old self again. "I don't blame you. I've done... something similar, myself. But far pettier, probably."
Untangling her limbs, the girl pushed herself up to her feet. Unsteady and with a hand to the wall for support, she staggered over and reached out for Amun, meaning to pull him into a half-hug. If her legs held up, and he allowed it.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
