Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
Sunjata is a tall man, and looking up to meet his eyes forces her to crane her neck. Still the girl meets him squarely, the steel of his gaze sparking off her flint as her jaw sets in stubborn determination. A flicker back to the dispersing crowd; she bites back the urge to ask what Safrin will think of his decision to accept a cure from the Voice, focusing instead on the thing that brought her to him to begin with."A murder." If her voice stumbles over the word, it doesn't show in her face. It tastes like metal, and again she remembers the way the blood smelled, the look on Sam's face. Steeling herself, Amalia continues. "I found a... a body. On the beach. And... and Sam." Sam, who is clearly very much alive.
Finally the Shield breaks away, looking out across the trees and at the distant Spire. "He shifted into a snake and escaped me. But justice needs to be served."
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
