AMALiA
"Death and murder are not the same." Jaw clenched in obvious frustration, the Shield glares daggers at the woman before her. "Everything dies in Rae's time. It is not for us to decide when that happens, or for what reason."What does this woman know of her gods? What does she know of the world they live in? Perhaps murder was sanctioned and justified in Northaven, but Northaven sounds like a miserable place, where too much attention was placed on power and place and death for the sake of each. In Caido death is a constant companion, and Mort and Ludo have enough work to do without the help of mortal sin.
The ease with which Roana says she has killed a thousand people falls against Amalia's stomach like ice. Clenching her fists the baker practically shakes with rage and horror, feeling the space between herself and this woman grow further and further, too vast to overcome. To justify so much death, to deem yourself worthy of determining who deserves life... she cannot comprehend it, cannot abide it. It is madness. It is pointless. It is the squandering and irreverence of all of Vi's gifts.
There is no reason in it, and there is no reason in her. Onyx eyes glare back at the smiling soldier, a snarl of fangs behind her lips. "You have no idea how much weight I can carry," Amalia murmurs, her voice firm despite her fury. But she does not move to strike Roana, though part of her wishes to. She made a vow to Vi, and she will keep it.
She will not step off the line.
"I will find another way. There must be one- Mort would not want this."
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