Amalia
A hollow laugh at no one was hurt. "Everyone was hurt. Ronin was hurt walking down the stairs. Delah almost died. Vai was attacked. Deimos was burnt. Safrin-" But here she chokes, unable to go on, drawing her eyebrows into a frown, refusing to meet his gaze. Shaking her head, Amalia takes a moment to gather herself again, shuddering breaths filling her lungs. Be strong, be strong, be strong. "I shouldn't have led them down there," she repeats, but it is more to herself now than to him. "Maybe we can't avoid danger, but that doesn't mean I should subject others into it."But Remi is changing the subject, redirecting it to something which, for a glorious moment, she thinks will be light. It isn't - there are no light moments, no happy topics - but at least now guilt can be replaced with anger, a steely fire burning at Zariah's name. Remi's solution feels like a band-aid, and the girl exhales a low, slow breath, defensive fury at the plight of her friend briefly burning away her own pain. "Remi... We need to break her hold on you." The offer to strengthen her staff is a kind one, and one she would love, but she shakes her head. "If you need to use your ability, it should be to protect yourself, and Aoife, and Ronin. But Remi... what does she have on you?" How do we stop her?
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
