[ Medb, for once, isn't sure what to say in response.
There is so much in that memory that could be damning. There is nothing that Medb won't stand by still, as terrible as she is, but the humiliation of her loss is fresh in her mind (of all her losses—the country that could have been hers, the Cú that could have, should have been hers, as broken as she made him).
Why does Vira focus on this when there are other things that are telling? ]
... I didn't use to think it was complicated.
[ It's strange (pitiful) that this has to come up like this.
Medb always knows what she wants and desires, but is that love? ]
I chase after whatever I want because that's how I am.
you love my mistakes
There is so much in that memory that could be damning. There is nothing that Medb won't stand by still, as terrible as she is, but the humiliation of her loss is fresh in her mind (of all her losses—the country that could have been hers, the Cú that could have, should have been hers, as broken as she made him).
Why does Vira focus on this when there are other things that are telling? ]
... I didn't use to think it was complicated.
[ It's strange (pitiful) that this has to come up like this.
Medb always knows what she wants and desires, but is that love? ]
I chase after whatever I want because that's how I am.