Maea
And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Like I'll disappear
"What does a 'library card' do?" Waving off the gratitude as the scenery rolled by, Maea absently gazed at the rubble and ruin that rose up around them like dark shapes in the mist. She didn't laugh at his preference, and merely nodded. "My brother liked those too," she recalled fondly. "I always had a preference for adventure tales and legends. The older and more outrageous, the better. I'm sure I can dig up something that's to your liking." If nothing else, Sam might have something tucked away in his bookstore.
Swallowing back the stab of pain at the thought of the book-maker, Maea listened to Neron instead. Nodding her head that she understood the reservations; not everything the Voice had designed them to be felt like an improvement.
"Ask me again in a hundred years or so, if we make it that far," she quipped back with some amusement. "I hardly know what to do with myself now. The idea of eternity - " She shook her head, rattled by a very real shudder. "What would you fill all that time with? Bartending and salacious romance?"
Swallowing back the stab of pain at the thought of the book-maker, Maea listened to Neron instead. Nodding her head that she understood the reservations; not everything the Voice had designed them to be felt like an improvement.
"Ask me again in a hundred years or so, if we make it that far," she quipped back with some amusement. "I hardly know what to do with myself now. The idea of eternity - " She shook her head, rattled by a very real shudder. "What would you fill all that time with? Bartending and salacious romance?"
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Yet I go on
