even when i was a child
i’ve always known there was something to be frightened of
i’ve always known there was something to be frightened of
"Tennis... Balls?" Amalia repeats slowly, having no reference knowledge for what this means. Stormbreak has proven itself to be a land of wonderful inventions; she can only imagine what this one is. As for clothes? The Angel scoffs, not the least bit derisively. "You- you're beautiful, though," she points out with thoughtless sincerity, before what she's said catches up to her, lending a blush to her face.
Suddenly self-conscious, Amalia looks anywhere but at the Doctor, leading her to settle on the sweet tableaux of a family out shopping. It softens and saddens her, seeing this powerfully normal display while outside the world is falling apart.
She shakes her head at October's comment, already shaking her head. "History is... Is part of it, but what I saw at the Judgment's Needle..." It makes her sick just to think about it: the open torture, the cruelty, the violence enacted in the name of justice, as though those things could equate. "I've never seen anything like that. And I can't... can't understand what could possibly merit it."
Suddenly self-conscious, Amalia looks anywhere but at the Doctor, leading her to settle on the sweet tableaux of a family out shopping. It softens and saddens her, seeing this powerfully normal display while outside the world is falling apart.
She shakes her head at October's comment, already shaking her head. "History is... Is part of it, but what I saw at the Judgment's Needle..." It makes her sick just to think about it: the open torture, the cruelty, the violence enacted in the name of justice, as though those things could equate. "I've never seen anything like that. And I can't... can't understand what could possibly merit it."
