Samuel
Had faith. As if faith in Gods that didn't even care about his plight would have stayed his death. As if he'd had the time to wait about on faith to deliver. Were Amalia anyone else, Sam would have scoffed.
Unawares of the comparisons happening in Amalia's mind, Sam could only stand there and take her words. They did hurt, and in a way she was right; he had not given James a dignified death. There were excuses for that: he had been sick, confused and scared and he wouldn't have known what to do anyway, but the fact remained that he had left the man there on the rocks. That much as true, and he did not open his mouth to deny it.
Then her words took on a considerably more abusive tone, became simple insults and anger and he realised, all of a sudden, that he didn't want to argue it. In a way, this was a microcosm of the conflict at large, and Sam knew that the Demi-Goddess outpowered him. More importantly, he knew she'd never back down.
Time to see just how devoted she was, then. Sam closed his eyes for a moment, sighed, then deactivated his shield. "So what do you want to do about it, Amalia? Kill me? I'm here, I'm unarmed. Go ahead."
Unawares of the comparisons happening in Amalia's mind, Sam could only stand there and take her words. They did hurt, and in a way she was right; he had not given James a dignified death. There were excuses for that: he had been sick, confused and scared and he wouldn't have known what to do anyway, but the fact remained that he had left the man there on the rocks. That much as true, and he did not open his mouth to deny it.
Then her words took on a considerably more abusive tone, became simple insults and anger and he realised, all of a sudden, that he didn't want to argue it. In a way, this was a microcosm of the conflict at large, and Sam knew that the Demi-Goddess outpowered him. More importantly, he knew she'd never back down.
Time to see just how devoted she was, then. Sam closed his eyes for a moment, sighed, then deactivated his shield. "So what do you want to do about it, Amalia? Kill me? I'm here, I'm unarmed. Go ahead."
Part of being alive is wishing that you weren't sometimes
as your brain forces you to breathe
Base Code by Sky!
