Amalia
There is sense to what the alchemist says, but Amalia is not ready to hear it, to let go of her heavy shroud of guilt. "Vi charged me with protecting life," Amalia whispers, dropping her head beneath Remi's reassurances. "What good am I, if I can't even protect the the lives of those I love?" It is a bigger question for another time, something the girl will have to determine for herself, as hard as it may be.For now there is Remi: another life to save, another hero to defend. Amalia's heart aches for her friend, empathy and fury roaring equally in the area beneath her bones. The expression of defeat upon his usually buoyant face is enough to make her body ache, her heart expanding and contracting in time, a flurry of emotions surging through her mind. She knows he has magic - she knows he is strong - but there is a weakness in everyone, a place where they bend. For both Remi and Amalia it is the people they love.
Except that Amalia loves him, and will not see him hurt.
And then - and then - the hammer falls, a whispered confession, a fist around her heart. It is her time now to reach for Remi, wrapping her arms around her friend, ferocity in her face and voice. "We won't let her," the baker declares, a fierce whisper against his shoulder, an ardent promise in her tone. Pulling back to stare up at his face, the girl's expression is as fierce as it has ever been, her eyes frozen fires, glinting embers in the night. "Whatever it takes - whatever you need - she will not lay a hand on Aoife, or Ronin. I swear."
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
