Fucking Mort.
The starlight. The nova. The man dying in her arms. It's enough to nearly drive her to the brink. In the motes that float before her eyes in the moments after Ronin's blast Amalia sees those familiar images that haunt her nightmares brought to vivid life. The temple crashing, her friend's murderous expression, the pain of the rocks upon her legs-
[say]"No!"[/say] It's in response to the nova, and to the dead man, and to the memories, and to the dark. It's in response to the world they live in and its injustice, and to the fact that it could have been different. It's in response to this latest failure, another loss she cannot abide.
Dropping the body Amalia desperately runs her hands over the man, looking for wounds, for a heartbeat, for something. [say]"Fuck!"[/say] she snarls, fury and failure blinding her eyes with tears as she glares into the dark. [say]"Why? Why? WHAT DO YOU GET OUT OF THIS?"[/say]
The starlight. The nova. The man dying in her arms. It's enough to nearly drive her to the brink. In the motes that float before her eyes in the moments after Ronin's blast Amalia sees those familiar images that haunt her nightmares brought to vivid life. The temple crashing, her friend's murderous expression, the pain of the rocks upon her legs-
[say]"No!"[/say] It's in response to the nova, and to the dead man, and to the memories, and to the dark. It's in response to the world they live in and its injustice, and to the fact that it could have been different. It's in response to this latest failure, another loss she cannot abide.
Dropping the body Amalia desperately runs her hands over the man, looking for wounds, for a heartbeat, for something. [say]"Fuck!"[/say] she snarls, fury and failure blinding her eyes with tears as she glares into the dark. [say]"Why? Why? WHAT DO YOU GET OUT OF THIS?"[/say]
