cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Calm, rational, straight to the point, and his eyes narrowed briefly, nodding at the distinction, at the names he knew. “There is the daughter of Mort, Delphia, in the Greatwood as well.” If there were any others, he wasn’t aware of them – jaw clenching habitually, routinely, as if biting back a series of ruminations. He didn’t have much else to go on, no other information to provide, the wheels spinning, the mind turning, and distracted, outwardly flinched when Amalia’s name was cast again into the room.
The answer came smoother than the reaction though. “Amalia has always tried to uphold life, no matter who or what it was.” Be it animals or people; it’d been one of their arguments ages ago, though not origin or race-directed – just a varying of viewpoints, where he’d long since been tainted and diluted into a gray morality (contorted in vengeance, in ensuring no one touched or scalded his own, mauling so they wouldn’t be mauled in return), the Shield had been firmly ensconced amongst the black and white depictions and beliefs. “I do not believe she would work with them to kill the Ascended.” He could see her going against those proclamations immediately, if all of these notions, and ideals, were said to be true. What if she didn’t have a choice? How many of these Order individuals existed? And what if it was all a ruse, and naught more than wool over their eyes? Or if the destruction of the Voice held far deeper, worse parallels?
The answer came smoother than the reaction though. “Amalia has always tried to uphold life, no matter who or what it was.” Be it animals or people; it’d been one of their arguments ages ago, though not origin or race-directed – just a varying of viewpoints, where he’d long since been tainted and diluted into a gray morality (contorted in vengeance, in ensuring no one touched or scalded his own, mauling so they wouldn’t be mauled in return), the Shield had been firmly ensconced amongst the black and white depictions and beliefs. “I do not believe she would work with them to kill the Ascended.” He could see her going against those proclamations immediately, if all of these notions, and ideals, were said to be true. What if she didn’t have a choice? How many of these Order individuals existed? And what if it was all a ruse, and naught more than wool over their eyes? Or if the destruction of the Voice held far deeper, worse parallels?
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