hate to see you leave, love to watch you walk away

But I am not a god, she wanted for a moment to argue, but that wasn't quite true. The Abraxas blood were descended from the Fallen God, and eventually their family would ascend to his heavenly plane, so long as they did right by Him. But Theory wasn't really thinking properly right now, was she? Her words were almost flippant in a way that surprised her. But there was something peculiar about the way she was moving, and speaking, and... what was that smell on her breath that Thalia caught a whiff of? Tilted her head toward her, she inhaled sharply before twisting away slightly. It was suddenly difficult to make sense of her words and what she was trying to imply, even more so than usual. Was she accusing her of playing games with her?

"Are you drunk?" Thalia asked after a long pause, finally catching on to why she was acting so strangely. There were so many things she wanted to say in response to her questioning. This was certainly not a game to her - Thalia didn't play games, not in the way Theory was implying. What she did do, though, was act according to what was required of her by her God and by her family... usually. Theory was an odd exception; somehow the female had wormed her way into her guarded little heart, far more than anyone else. "What do you want to be different?" There were too many thoughts and words to wrap her head around. She needed Theory to be straight forward, or at least as straight forward as she could aim to be in her current scenario. Warily she allowed herself to recline, acutely aware of the little distance that separated them and how badly she wanted to move even closer, but she needed clarification first.