AMALiA
There is something that irks her, something that she has been wondering about since Roana first explained her purpose, which pricks her harder now. "Why me?" Why did the soldier come to her with this, instead of someone she knows better, someone she trusts, a friend? Why pick out someone she seems to know will oppose her, who cannot, cannot condone this plan, both for personal reasons and due to her faith? Anger flickers on her eyes, not Roana so much as with everything, this entire Rae damned mess.At least Roana is allowing her time. At least she is willing to warn them. But Amalia cannot condone these actions, no matter how much the soldier tries to justify them, how much sense it makes in her mind. Sometimes logic cannot be applied; sometimes a cause must be protected, no matter the cost.
Kneeling at the base of the Mathair the girl sets her arms aside, fingers shifting into claws as she digs into the frozen earth. "It is easy to murder in the belief that one is protecting others." The words are exhaled like a summer storm, the product of another, greater mind than hers. "It is easy to end lives under the pretence of preserving life itself.
"But that doesn't make it right." Vi had asked if she would cross that line, and Amalia had sworn to him she would not.
That she is a shield, not a sword
the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
