Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Maea nodded slowly, frowning softly and deep in thought for some time. "To make the best of a situation... Perhaps you might be able to give me some advice, then?" She sought Darkeye's gaze, then looked out over the yard. "I used to swear by Ludo, in the past. All of my life, from birth... until I died. Then the Voice reached into Mort's realm and offered a second chance at life. I accepted, and returned in the belief that I would have a lover and my old life waiting for me."
Her hands tightened around the fabric of her shirt, suppressed emotions spilling over despite the calm of her face and voice. "I was wrong. Now those old gods despise what I have become, and I feel like a traitor to myself, my old beliefs, and every other Ascended as well. Because I cannot seem to feel anything but reluctance when it comes to The Voice - whom I am dependent on for sustaining this existence. What, would you say, amounts to 'making the best' of my particular situation?"
The question was sincere, and she waited to see what he might offer. Willing to answer questions - she was sure he might have a few. Not many died and came back, after all.
Her hands tightened around the fabric of her shirt, suppressed emotions spilling over despite the calm of her face and voice. "I was wrong. Now those old gods despise what I have become, and I feel like a traitor to myself, my old beliefs, and every other Ascended as well. Because I cannot seem to feel anything but reluctance when it comes to The Voice - whom I am dependent on for sustaining this existence. What, would you say, amounts to 'making the best' of my particular situation?"
The question was sincere, and she waited to see what he might offer. Willing to answer questions - she was sure he might have a few. Not many died and came back, after all.
Maea
