The reason why Matthew claimed that Matilda was a cruel witch was because of how Matilda used her powers. Most of us didn't quite bother to think about it and used them as we saw fit. Some powers, however, are more focused on defense than offense or support. Foretelling the future or reliving the past didn't much for anyone besides myself; however, Libra had the ability to control an object's timeline. If the host is not used to using that power, it strains the host to use Libra's ability.
While Matilda's Libra was barely inconvenient for her, she still considered her ability to be special. Who she decides to help with it and who she decides to inconvenience with it was her choice and hers alone. In my case, if she agreed to return my body to a time before it was infected with that poison, she would basically allow me to cheat death. I'd implanted countless bodies at that point with all the strains, but no Libra host had ever even come closer to Matilda's level. As someone who was now dedicating her life to perfecting her abilities, it wasn't too surprising for Matilda to have become so powerful.
"I figured you can tell I'm not in good shape," I finally said, with just a little smile that was, admittedly, somewhat insecure. "It's a long story, but in a nutshell—"
"Oh, we have plenty of time," Matilda assured me, cutting me off abruptly and crossing her legs nonchalantly as she continued to stare at me with much curiosity. "Do tell me everything. I can assure you you won't endanger yourself if we do go about it the long way."
Part of me was relieved that she had taken the extra precaution of stabilizing me, but another part of me wasn't so pleased at the idea of having to tell my entire life story. But I should've prepared myself for it; that was how Matilda picked those she deemed worthy of being saved. If she considered that you were worth keeping around, then she would help you. If she thought you weren't all that important, then she would let you die. Her philosophy was as simple as that. "All right."
I didn't have much of a choice.
While Matilda's Libra was barely inconvenient for her, she still considered her ability to be special. Who she decides to help with it and who she decides to inconvenience with it was her choice and hers alone. In my case, if she agreed to return my body to a time before it was infected with that poison, she would basically allow me to cheat death. I'd implanted countless bodies at that point with all the strains, but no Libra host had ever even come closer to Matilda's level. As someone who was now dedicating her life to perfecting her abilities, it wasn't too surprising for Matilda to have become so powerful.
"I figured you can tell I'm not in good shape," I finally said, with just a little smile that was, admittedly, somewhat insecure. "It's a long story, but in a nutshell—"
"Oh, we have plenty of time," Matilda assured me, cutting me off abruptly and crossing her legs nonchalantly as she continued to stare at me with much curiosity. "Do tell me everything. I can assure you you won't endanger yourself if we do go about it the long way."
Part of me was relieved that she had taken the extra precaution of stabilizing me, but another part of me wasn't so pleased at the idea of having to tell my entire life story. But I should've prepared myself for it; that was how Matilda picked those she deemed worthy of being saved. If she considered that you were worth keeping around, then she would help you. If she thought you weren't all that important, then she would let you die. Her philosophy was as simple as that. "All right."
I didn't have much of a choice.