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Maketh Tua ([personal profile] mismanagement) wrote 2016-03-06 03:58 am (UTC)

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[It takes Maketh a moment to work through everything that Chris is saying. Even sober, there would be a great deal to unpack - so many things left unsaid, or said only in part. Maketh thinks she can understand - just a little - about what it would be like to face something like a wendigo. The shuddering panic that came when your sanctuary was completely and thoroughly violated. But the rest - losing someone that close to you, the betrayal of friends - is foreign. Too far out of touch for her to ever understand. Maketh wonders how long it's been since she had friends instead of just allies.

That didn't make the betrayal sting any less. But the Inquisitor and Agent Kallus - well. They had never been her friends. She'd liked them, maybe. It hadn't helped. She'd projected. Saw things that were never there. She doesn't know a damn thing about friendship, therefore. Not like Chris would.

She does understand about choices, though. Weighing the value of one life over the next. It's no longer a metaphor for either of them.

For anyone else, Maketh would pour a drink. Say nothing, just push the glass forward. Think: forget. Drink and let the memory blur. Get sick and purge it from your body. Do it again and again until it no longer matters.

It doesn't really work like that. She understands that now.

Maketh nods just once.]
Their life was...more important. Than yours.

[That's how she'd felt, at least. She'd failed Lothal and betrayed the Empire. Maketh hadn't been willing to fail Hadriel as well. These people were going to survive. Their lives mattered far more than hers ever could.]

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