A spoonful of sugar

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help "None of us are really special to the gods." Is it blasphemy? Not exactly- but coming from Amalia's mouth it may as well be so. Turning her head away from Jigano, the girl chews her lip, hands once again clenched to leave sharp red crescents on her palms. "We're all just moments to them. Except maybe Ronin." There's a hard bitterness in her mirthless smile; she remembers watching Ronin and Safrin vanish while she was left behind. Would the goddess have mourned for her? Maybe for a moment - but in the end, that's all Amalia is. A moment in a lifetime stretching eons more than she can ever understand. Could she be happy if she stopped trying? "I'm not sure I'm happy now," Amalia points out. "Maybe that's just who I am - someone who can't be happy, so I keep trying to fill up the emptiness with useless tasks and failures." Chasing hope that one day she'll finally feel like enough, without ever really knowing what enough is. Finally turning back to Jigano, Amalia tilts her head. "What about you? You could give it all up - go live with Rory on the farm. Take care of animals. Leave this all behind. Stop trying so hard. Do you think you'd be happier if you did?" a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine