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The fires of judgement welled within Maat’s chest, though, perhaps, there was an element of fear there as well. This poor mortal that she’d torn asunder with mere words. The lack of control on Rosie’s part felt very much like the standard for them.
Of course, how could she blame Rosie for being closed off - though not completely.
“The fallacy of not confronting what you know to be one of your deepest concerns only feeds into this chaotic reaction,” Maat said, taking great care to allow Rosie the space she needed. “Your panic is blind, but you know that if you do not deal with it now, there will be blood on your hands. If you are not careful, Honey will be the first of many allies you will consume.”
Maat schooled herself into a stony silence. She could see it so clearly, it almost pained her to imagine it. Rosie lashing out. Rosie regretting it when she finally came back around. Rosie in anguish and slipping backwards. That was no way to live one’s life, even if it was prescribed by merit of being Victini’s Patron.
“Roselind,” Maat whispered, lowering her head until she was eye level with Rosie. “What you need above all else, is control. Even a little will take you to where you need to go. If you must lash out, I am here tot take the brunt of your panic, lest you tear yourself apart in your own anguish.”
As if to illustrate concern, Maat took a deep breath. Four seconds in, a long hold, and four seconds out. This was what helped her stay in control of herself. This was how she didn’t rip worlds apart in times of blind panic. Hopefully, it would help Rosie as well.
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