Amalia
stop thinking so much
Roana's statements hurt for the truth behind them, undeniable and impossible for the girl to look upon. This is all at Ludo's behest, and she is powerless to stand against that decree, as hard as she will continue to fight to find another way, as much as she believes that the taking of this task is a mistake Roana has made.
But Remi's reaction is more than it needs to be, and more than will help. Amalia can feel the beast within him rising to the surface, and she reaches for his arm again just as his wings stretch out. "Remi, stop." Her voice is pleading, but firm as well, an entreaty for him to ease away from the fury that bubbles beneath his skin. "We came here to stop violence, not to cause it." She had not expected him to react so strongly, to unleash such hell upon the woman. Telling him was a bad idea. Bringing him was a bad idea.
Everything she has ever done, always a mistake.
Her own nails sharpen as she squeezes his arm, less to hurt him than to draw him back to her, her body and soul entreating him to settle through their mental link. Normally Roana's arrogance would irk her, but she does not have the capacity to focus on it now. She is devoting all her mental energy to keeping Remi and herself afloat. "The Ascended did not know what they were doing. Many of them have worked to help heal the blight." What is she saying? How will it help? She doesn't know - she doesn't know anything.
Why did Roana drag her into this mess?
"Instead of killing, have you thought of asking the other gods for help? Maybe there is a way to unmake them, to weaken the Voice without killing the innocent." It is the only medium she can think of just now, though perhaps she really ought not to try. Her efforts have never gotten them anywhere, except in more danger, more trouble, more dark.
you're breaking your own heart
