why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
"I doubt your kinswomen feel the same," Amalia mutters darkly, though it is good to hear that Juniper, at least, sees slaughter as an unjust course. Sighing she drops her feet back to the ground, bare toes pressing to the cobblestones, grounding her in the world.
"Two of them are already dead," the girl points out, looking back at Juniper with a frank, tired expression. "But the one who was killed had nothing to do with the Mathair. If Alina wants justice, she should go to those responsible. Not allow her attack dog to cut down innocents."
The fire that blazes in her eyes fades as quickly as it rose, replaced by tired resignation. She places her palms upon the bench, tilting her head up to the sky. "Most of the Ascended didn't know what they were doing when they chose their paths- or, worse, weren't given a choice. I hate the Voice and all she stands for, but I can't find it in myself to blame the Ascended for what they have become. Only pity them."
"Two of them are already dead," the girl points out, looking back at Juniper with a frank, tired expression. "But the one who was killed had nothing to do with the Mathair. If Alina wants justice, she should go to those responsible. Not allow her attack dog to cut down innocents."
The fire that blazes in her eyes fades as quickly as it rose, replaced by tired resignation. She places her palms upon the bench, tilting her head up to the sky. "Most of the Ascended didn't know what they were doing when they chose their paths- or, worse, weren't given a choice. I hate the Voice and all she stands for, but I can't find it in myself to blame the Ascended for what they have become. Only pity them."
Amalia
