AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
"Oh." Amalia remembers Remi telling her about losing Ludo's mask, but she had not know that it was taken by the Voice. But to hear that the souls of those she knows and loves are kept captive, that should Wessex die she will be condemned to nothingness for eternity- well. It makes the girl shiver a little, that such things are used as bargaining chips in the Voice's game of chess.
Not being able to help the Prince is also discouraging. Shoulders slumping, Amalia frowns. "Even so... is there a way to help it?" To let it at least have some facsimile of life, instead of exile and self loathing and sickness?
But the topic of Ludo brings her back around, and Amalia rubs her bare wrist nervously, remembering where the scars from last LongNight used to be. "Remi... he made a promise to Ludo, to look for those who were locked out in LongNight. And I promised to help him." It's less question than confession, as she might have admitted it to her grandmother. "But I'm... I'm scared. I... I don't want to die again. I have too much to live for, now."
Not being able to help the Prince is also discouraging. Shoulders slumping, Amalia frowns. "Even so... is there a way to help it?" To let it at least have some facsimile of life, instead of exile and self loathing and sickness?
But the topic of Ludo brings her back around, and Amalia rubs her bare wrist nervously, remembering where the scars from last LongNight used to be. "Remi... he made a promise to Ludo, to look for those who were locked out in LongNight. And I promised to help him." It's less question than confession, as she might have admitted it to her grandmother. "But I'm... I'm scared. I... I don't want to die again. I have too much to live for, now."
you're breaking your own heart
