Amalia glances sidelong at Ronin, not sure what to make of the Voice's proclamation. God-like powers is not something she aware of or familiar with, and something akin to distrust threatens to spread within her, setting her on edge. But no- this is what the Voice wants, and the girl strengthens herself against it, refusing to let doubt cloud her mind. "Ronin earned the gift he was given," the girl murmurs in quiet reply, dark eyes still steely. "You took it, a and tried to use it to kill the world."
She grinds her teeth at the false innocence, grateful when Ronin stands up against the lies. "The blight isn't natural, and it wasn't there until you brought down the barrier." Clenching her fists and squaring her shoulders, the baker glares at the offensive orb. "You want to rebuild the world in your image, whether it wants to be rebuilt or not."
Not unlike Zariah, actually- and for a moment Amalia is distracted by this thought, wondering if perhaps their new 'Queen' has deeper, more wicked intentions than the girl had ever feared.
