I sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
Yes. One word, one syllable, knocking gently on her defenses and leaving scarcely more than a dent. Still not looking up at Deimos the Shield furrows her brows tightly, something tortured dancing heavily across her shuttered face.
She opens her mouth and closes it, and then repeats the act. Finally her vocal cords remember how to make sound, though inflection is still suspiciously absent: her tone is dull and flat. "Fine. He told me I should have left him and Ronin to die. And that I'm pathological." Blankly she recounts this abbreviated version, still staring at her hands. "And I told him he was an idiot, and he couldn't pretend the rest of the world didn't exist."
She opens her mouth and closes it, and then repeats the act. Finally her vocal cords remember how to make sound, though inflection is still suspiciously absent: her tone is dull and flat. "Fine. He told me I should have left him and Ronin to die. And that I'm pathological." Blankly she recounts this abbreviated version, still staring at her hands. "And I told him he was an idiot, and he couldn't pretend the rest of the world didn't exist."
Amalia
