Do you ponder the manner of things?

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Indeed. She could not argue that; Maea had known why the barrier was there and what entering the Spire might bring about, and she had gone anyway. A choice had been made, in the name of the living people who would have continued to fade otherwise... But that was before she ruptured the eye of a Guardian with her magic, before she realized what a terrible thing it was to thrust a sword forward into the flesh of a creature and hear it scream as it died. For all that she had slaughtered sheep and trapped animals in the past, the death of that tortoise haunted her. It har not been swift or painless, and now that Maea saw the Voice traipse around in the Temple, free from all restraint she questioned the very purpose for which the creature had died. Maea had helped bring this about, and she regretted it with every fiber of her being. "What will you do now, with the freedom we gave you?" she asked, and coughed as the healing sores irritated her throat. "I doubt the Old gods will simply let this pass without doing something..." There would no doubt be repercussions, sooner or later and Maea shuddered to think what her own punishment would be for her part in this.