AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
Amalia laughs a little at his statement, arching a brow at his evident disappointment. "I was born Accepted. Most of us all. It is said the gods love them best." She still does not quite comprehend how little Adam has for the beings, being herself inherently reverent, fascinated and indoctrinated, alight with pious purpose.watching stars collide
She blinks down at his follow up question, chewing at her lip. "The Voice brought all of you here," she says softly, turning to her hands. "In an effort to get out. The world is not particularly fair, I guess, for a lot of reasons, but... the Gods could have cast us to die in here, but chose to let us live. I think that that is merciful, at least."
