make peace with your broken pieces
Placing a second cake to her own lips Amalia sits in silence, listening to the sound of the crashing sea, the unfamiliar timbre of his once-familiar voice. Thoughtfully she chews the sweet confection, one knee pulled up beneath her elbow. "And now?" she asks the not-naive man, "What will you do with the freedom, now that you know to fear it?"
Well. She certainly expected the question, even if she doesn't have an answer prepared. Swallowing down another bite of cake the Shield shrugs, glancing over at the Alchemist. "I don't know." Once she'd come to him readily with that information, but both of them are different now than who they had been then. "If I tell you, what will you do? Try to kill them, like you did to Roana? Tell Wessex so she can do the same? Help them, like Ludo might want you to?" Not accusing but frankly curious. Shaking her head Amalia turns back to the ocean, chin resting upon her knee.
"You say you don't care about the world anymore. So why care about this?"
Well. She certainly expected the question, even if she doesn't have an answer prepared. Swallowing down another bite of cake the Shield shrugs, glancing over at the Alchemist. "I don't know." Once she'd come to him readily with that information, but both of them are different now than who they had been then. "If I tell you, what will you do? Try to kill them, like you did to Roana? Tell Wessex so she can do the same? Help them, like Ludo might want you to?" Not accusing but frankly curious. Shaking her head Amalia turns back to the ocean, chin resting upon her knee.
"You say you don't care about the world anymore. So why care about this?"
shield of safrin
