MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Praise, doled out in moderation. Lessons, imparted from personal experience, offered without expectiation of her to absorb them right away. Maea treated them equally as gifts and was grateful. That he bothered to tell her these things, that he made the effort to try even in the midst of his own problems.
"Whoever said you were not a good teacher?" she said. Smiled faintly. "Because I'm going to want a word with them."
Though she heard him, the guilt was still there. The desire to keep people safe was still there. Perhaps those were lessons one could only truly learn by experience.
"Whoever said you were not a good teacher?" she said. Smiled faintly. "Because I'm going to want a word with them."
Though she heard him, the guilt was still there. The desire to keep people safe was still there. Perhaps those were lessons one could only truly learn by experience.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
