Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Ah. Right. Maea looked up and fixed her eyes on a spot between Amun's shoulderblades when the rhythm of hus efforts faltered. Right. Friends or not, brother or not... they had always been of different minds when it came to the theology of the world. He'd always managed to make her doubt her stance, too. Turning hatred and fear of what she didn't understand into a flaw in herself, not the object of her dislike. In the past, that had been a good thing.
Now... Maea wasn't sure she had the guts to examine her opinions again. Looking away, she pulled her knees up and his her face away against the dank cloth if the coat.
"I'm sorry" she muttered.
Now... Maea wasn't sure she had the guts to examine her opinions again. Looking away, she pulled her knees up and his her face away against the dank cloth if the coat.
"I'm sorry" she muttered.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
