Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
Sam said the Voice told him it wasn't intentional. There is something in Remi's casual mannerism, the way he so easily speaks the words that sends a chill down Amalia's spine. Frowning, she opens her mouth to rebut but it beaten to it by Phoebe.
She finds herself nodding along with the midwife, agreeing with her assessment regarding the Ascended and their morality, the likelihood they would do anything akin to respecting the task given by the Old Gods. "Phoebe's right," the baker says firmly, shaking her head and turning to Remi. "The Ascended believe that what the Voice is doing- that the death is justified. The Voice did nothing to stop the Blight, even claiming it wasn't her fault. She killed five Fae and the Mathair with the help of the Ascended - including Sam." Amalia would have liked to say that the bookmaker could be saved, but more and more she is doubtful.
Balling her fists, the Shield drops her eyes, flint and steel staring down at the grain of the table as her voice quiets. "I spoke to Wessex after. She says she wants everyone to have a chance to live in freedom, but doesn't seem to care about the people who she'll have to kill to make that happen." What happens when the Voice tires of Halo? When she wants to latch her long, cruel claws into the next piece of the world?
Sighing, Amalia takes a step back, wrapping her arms tight across her chest. "It is our war. It's a war against life, and the Gods have decided that we are to play a part in it, just as the Voice has the Ascended. I am not saying we should go out and kill them, stop them from living their lives- then we wouldn't be any better from them. But... the world outside has been safe for years. They don't know what the Voice can do. I think we should go to Halo. Warn them- about the Voice, and the Blight. Give them a chance to protect themselves. And find out if they have a portal."
She finds herself nodding along with the midwife, agreeing with her assessment regarding the Ascended and their morality, the likelihood they would do anything akin to respecting the task given by the Old Gods. "Phoebe's right," the baker says firmly, shaking her head and turning to Remi. "The Ascended believe that what the Voice is doing- that the death is justified. The Voice did nothing to stop the Blight, even claiming it wasn't her fault. She killed five Fae and the Mathair with the help of the Ascended - including Sam." Amalia would have liked to say that the bookmaker could be saved, but more and more she is doubtful.
Balling her fists, the Shield drops her eyes, flint and steel staring down at the grain of the table as her voice quiets. "I spoke to Wessex after. She says she wants everyone to have a chance to live in freedom, but doesn't seem to care about the people who she'll have to kill to make that happen." What happens when the Voice tires of Halo? When she wants to latch her long, cruel claws into the next piece of the world?
Sighing, Amalia takes a step back, wrapping her arms tight across her chest. "It is our war. It's a war against life, and the Gods have decided that we are to play a part in it, just as the Voice has the Ascended. I am not saying we should go out and kill them, stop them from living their lives- then we wouldn't be any better from them. But... the world outside has been safe for years. They don't know what the Voice can do. I think we should go to Halo. Warn them- about the Voice, and the Blight. Give them a chance to protect themselves. And find out if they have a portal."
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
