goodbye, yellow brick road

Chewing her lip, the girl continues to pace as he speaks, nodding in agreement of Ronin's assessment and thinking hard herself. "How did it get to the Greatwood in the first place? Does it have to do with the portal in the basement, maybe- the one Roana went through?" The bread continues to pass between her hands, a sign of her anxiety, her frantic, stirring mind. "Maybe plants have fewer defenses to it - Fae, too. And things in the Hollowed Grounds are more resistant, because we've lived with the Spire for so long." She does not think there was benevolence to the demon either - not really - but Amalia tries to cling to hope, to build an idea of the world where things are not entirely dismal, where there is purpose behind every cruel act. It is too hard to think everything meaningless, especially the creation and discard of life... If the demon could be called alive, at any point in its existence. There's still a problem, a glaring one, and Amalia runs a hand through her hair, stopping in her steps. "None of this matters if we don't find a cure. And where is the Core, anyway? What happened to it, after it was free? I haven't heard of anyone seeing anything other than the Voice." Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me