Amalia
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty
She watches Safrin disappear with the familiar bittersweet emotions of gratitude for her presence and a desire for more. At least the goddess understands, accepts, appreciates where she stands in the conflicts that brew beneath the surface of the word. That Amalia will always try to keep her position in the light, in Life, and never trade it away for the tasks of death.Sam's hand on her arm interrupts her reverie; turning back to face her brother, the Shield dimly returns his smile, empathy and sorrow set in her eyes. "I'm sorry there wasn't... wasn't more," she replies, glancing away at his comment about Remi, her mouth already setting in a stubborn line. "We'll find a way, Sam. Somehow." She's only just now gained a brother. She is not going to lose him again so easily.
but the sight of the stars makes me dream
