when all is said and done

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

"If not death, then what? What would this 'definite defeat' be?" She's tired- tired of these people coming and speaking in pretty words, but telling her nothing at all. Tired of running in circles, trying to solve problems she can't understand. Tired of the burdens and expectations.

Tired.

Exhaling sharply, Amalia turns away from Gideon, shifting the parcels she carries. She does not want to fight him, especially one who is a Priest of the Old Gods - a position that certainly comes with far more wisdom than the girl holds. "I'm sorry. It's been a difficult... difficult few weeks. I shouldn't have yelled at you- I'm sure you know more of what the Old Ones will than I."

She does not look back, her eyes downcast as they enter the last stretch of road before the Palace. "There are... many of the Ascended are people I know. Knew, before. Some were even friends...." She swallows hard, feeling a wave of shame wash over her. "...or family."

Amalia