a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
He's right: she doesn't understand, not really, not in an emotional, fulfilling sense. But she can see the appeal of this situation, the reasoning behind it, the idea. Rubbing thoughtfully over her knuckles, Amalia chews on her lip and says nothing. Is that what she and Deimos need? The ability to be fulfilled by others in the way they can't do for each other?
Would that fix what's broken? Somehow, the Shield doesn't think so.
His soulmate died twice. That does give Amalia pause, the girl turning sharp eyes to the Flood, her brows furrowed before she softens. "I'm sorry," she says softly, sincerely, wondering what it would be like, how devastating that might be. No wonder he fought so hard to create happiness here.
A shame he had to hurt so many to do it.
Abruptly Amalia turns away, moving to the next window. This time she is gentle in her removal, easing it out of the frame. "I... Heard about the attack on Nate. I'm sorry." She doesn't look at him as she says it. She couldn't bear for him to see the guilt in her eyes.
Would that fix what's broken? Somehow, the Shield doesn't think so.
His soulmate died twice. That does give Amalia pause, the girl turning sharp eyes to the Flood, her brows furrowed before she softens. "I'm sorry," she says softly, sincerely, wondering what it would be like, how devastating that might be. No wonder he fought so hard to create happiness here.
A shame he had to hurt so many to do it.
Abruptly Amalia turns away, moving to the next window. This time she is gentle in her removal, easing it out of the frame. "I... Heard about the attack on Nate. I'm sorry." She doesn't look at him as she says it. She couldn't bear for him to see the guilt in her eyes.
Amalia
