Amalia
a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
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Safrin doesn't slap Amalia but she flinches nonetheless, more than aware of the deep contempt her goddess holds for the bard. Her eyes dart quickly back to the table, chastised and embarrassed because Safrin is right. Hadn't Amalia told Jigano that it wasn't his job to save the world?
"Shouldn't I have?" A genuine question, one she's wondered for some time. "Shouldn't I have done more? Become bigger? As a Portal Guardian, as a Shield - your Shield-" She falls silent, looking back at Safrin, hands helplessly outstretched. "People treat me like I'm supposed to be special, but I'm not. I'm just me."
As to why she's living so recklessly, why she keeps offering her life? "Because at least that way it will have meaning," Amalia admits, her voice low and harsh with the confession. "Because if I give my life away to save someone else's maybe I'll finally feel like I've done enough."
"Shouldn't I have?" A genuine question, one she's wondered for some time. "Shouldn't I have done more? Become bigger? As a Portal Guardian, as a Shield - your Shield-" She falls silent, looking back at Safrin, hands helplessly outstretched. "People treat me like I'm supposed to be special, but I'm not. I'm just me."
As to why she's living so recklessly, why she keeps offering her life? "Because at least that way it will have meaning," Amalia admits, her voice low and harsh with the confession. "Because if I give my life away to save someone else's maybe I'll finally feel like I've done enough."
