She says her world is gone, yet she's Meridian. She possesses the realism of a Zenite, and yet she still adheres to a fairy tale. Maybe not the one as told by a more strict Meri, that everyone's worlds can be brought back, but Akua spouts nonsense about sacrifice anyway, and in it continues to reveal herself a fool.
A resourceful one, as Amos hisses as his arm begins to freeze. Instinctively he lets go of her horns, inadvertently trying to throw her back a little. Get her away from him.
(If the ground beneath him stays dangerous and she isn't within his range he won't be able to reach her. He could draw his gun and start shooting, but somewhere with still too many potential on-lookers, who might then target him... The risk would only be worth it if she meaningfully attacks him, and he can recognize all she's actually done is counter.) ]
I'd love to not fight in a war! [ He can't help but raise his voice, still angry. At war, at Meridian for resisting the inevitable, at Akua for making no sense; all of it. ] I'd love for your side to figure it out so we can move ahead to the only solution.
[ Frustration takes over, voice lowering into an affronted growl. Girl, make it make sense. ]
The fuck are you talking about, sacrifice? We aren't sacrificing anything. We're keeping what we have. You're the one trying to go back to something that's gone — you said it yourself, you can't go back. So you just want everything to die instead? How is that not too great a sacrifice?
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She says her world is gone, yet she's Meridian. She possesses the realism of a Zenite, and yet she still adheres to a fairy tale. Maybe not the one as told by a more strict Meri, that everyone's worlds can be brought back, but Akua spouts nonsense about sacrifice anyway, and in it continues to reveal herself a fool.
A resourceful one, as Amos hisses as his arm begins to freeze. Instinctively he lets go of her horns, inadvertently trying to throw her back a little. Get her away from him.
(If the ground beneath him stays dangerous and she isn't within his range he won't be able to reach her. He could draw his gun and start shooting, but somewhere with still too many potential on-lookers, who might then target him... The risk would only be worth it if she meaningfully attacks him, and he can recognize all she's actually done is counter.) ]
I'd love to not fight in a war! [ He can't help but raise his voice, still angry. At war, at Meridian for resisting the inevitable, at Akua for making no sense; all of it. ] I'd love for your side to figure it out so we can move ahead to the only solution.
[ Frustration takes over, voice lowering into an affronted growl. Girl, make it make sense. ]
The fuck are you talking about, sacrifice? We aren't sacrificing anything. We're keeping what we have. You're the one trying to go back to something that's gone — you said it yourself, you can't go back. So you just want everything to die instead? How is that not too great a sacrifice?