Amalia
the shield of safrin
It wasn't supposed to go like this. "Far fairer than the Voice," she snaps back at Morgan automatically, lowering her eyes. "The Voice lied about the cause of the Blight. She did nothing to help those who were sick- with a disease that affected a goddess. It was only through Vi's intervention that we were saved." Her eyes snap to Remi and Ronin, who will remember as acutely as she the toll that illness took upon the world. "Nobody has died from this illness. And I don't want anyone to die, Ascended or not. But I can't condone handing over more power to the Voice, not when we don't know how many more lives will be at stake because of it."
But on one thing they agree. Exhaling an aggravated breath, Amalia turns back towards Loren, her eyes closed briefly as she shakes her head. "You need to give the metal to us, Loren." It isn't a furious demand, it's a statement of fact, and as she searches for her blue eyes she hopes he can feel through the Attuned bond just how final this is. I don't want the Voice to have it either, but at least we have a better chance of standing against her. And they aren't going to let you leave, if you don't.
But on one thing they agree. Exhaling an aggravated breath, Amalia turns back towards Loren, her eyes closed briefly as she shakes her head. "You need to give the metal to us, Loren." It isn't a furious demand, it's a statement of fact, and as she searches for her blue eyes she hopes he can feel through the Attuned bond just how final this is. I don't want the Voice to have it either, but at least we have a better chance of standing against her. And they aren't going to let you leave, if you don't.
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
