make peace with your broken pieces
"You did ask for it, though." If Amalia could go back to a time where she didn't care about Remi, didn't know who Ronin was, would she do it? Erase them like a night of bad drinking? She hadn't asked to be their friends, and they hadn't asked to be hers. It just happened slow and cruel and insidious, until there wasn't a way out. Until their lives were so entangled as to be something close to family.
Family hurts you worse than anything else. It's a lesson Amalia has never managed to learn.
"Then be mad. Be dark and broody and whatever you want. But if you're allowed to be hurt and make mistakes then so are the rest of us."
There might have been some peace found there, or something close to it. Maybe they could have agreed to bury their differences for now, to go back to playing nice and pretending that they're both okay. Amalia may have been willing, at least.
But no.
In the moments that follow Remi's condemnation Amalia sits in unreadable silence as the rain begins to fall. Hurting and angry and lost for words, she stares into she sea, biting her lip against the tears and trying to keep her head above the rising tide of her roaring mind.
Family hurts you worse than anything else. It's a lesson Amalia has never managed to learn.
"Then be mad. Be dark and broody and whatever you want. But if you're allowed to be hurt and make mistakes then so are the rest of us."
There might have been some peace found there, or something close to it. Maybe they could have agreed to bury their differences for now, to go back to playing nice and pretending that they're both okay. Amalia may have been willing, at least.
But no.
In the moments that follow Remi's condemnation Amalia sits in unreadable silence as the rain begins to fall. Hurting and angry and lost for words, she stares into she sea, biting her lip against the tears and trying to keep her head above the rising tide of her roaring mind.
shield of safrin
