AmaLiA
the archangel
"I go out," Amalia mutters darkly through her mouthful of sandwich, shooting the Priest a glare. But her protest is half-hearted and fades quickly beneath her surprise and alarm at Gideon's tale. The rest of the food is hurriedly swallowed; "Wait, a girl was attacked? Who? And a fire? Was anyone hurt?" Immediately her mind jumps to Adam, and she has to remind herself that she doesn't care, she cannot care, because caring about him will tear her apart and leave her broken on the Temple floor.
But still, a part of her cannot help but hope and fear to know.
But there's more, and now it's funny. Amalia snorts, shaking her head. "Torchline... with Nate as Governor now? I don't know. Sunjata can't be trusted with the war, and Morgan is even worse." All they have are the Greatwood and themselves. Frustrated, she takes another bite of sandwich, chewing it in pensive silence.
This time the bite takes longer to swallow, and when she speaks again it's in a softer voice. "I've been... wanting to go home. To the Grounds. To Safrin's library to see if anything can be saved, before... Y'know." The end.
But still, a part of her cannot help but hope and fear to know.
But there's more, and now it's funny. Amalia snorts, shaking her head. "Torchline... with Nate as Governor now? I don't know. Sunjata can't be trusted with the war, and Morgan is even worse." All they have are the Greatwood and themselves. Frustrated, she takes another bite of sandwich, chewing it in pensive silence.
This time the bite takes longer to swallow, and when she speaks again it's in a softer voice. "I've been... wanting to go home. To the Grounds. To Safrin's library to see if anything can be saved, before... Y'know." The end.
you're breaking your own heart
