a long cold walk after midnight

Amalia

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stop thinking so much

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"I didn't tell her. You did, with your actions." Amalia speaks from between gritted teeth, Remi's anger at last beginning to spill over into her mind, an overwhelming tide of fury pressed forward by the stronger man. "If you didn't want to be a target, you should not have threatened to kill an entire race of people." What had she anticipated would happen? That she would be allowed to carry out her threats without repercussion?

Then Roana goads the Manticore onward, and for a brief and terrible moment she considers letting Remi do it. Wouldn't it be safer? Easier? Isn't it worth it to let this life go, if it will save so many?

Are you prepared to walk that line, Amalia?

"Remi, we should go." Exhaling a slow and shuddering breath, the baker attempts so slip under the wings and in front of the alchemist, to put space between him and the woman locked in his grasp. "You're better than this. You're better than her. You're not a killer, Remi. Don't let her make you one."

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you're breaking your own heart

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