meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
"How have you succeeded?" Amalia asks, wondering if that is really what he's looking for and unwilling to look too closely just now at her own collection of abject failures. The baker shrugs, reaching out to pet one of the few remaining luxere in an attempt to calm her nerves. "I don't know you very well. But you came back from wherever you were and threw yourself into helping to make amends for a sin you didn't commit. Like a bull in a china shop, but it's more than most people do." More than me.Looking up at Loren again, she tilts her head. "You've shared your magic. You helped me with the Prince. You went and learned - actually learned - and unlike the last person I told to do that, didn't come back and announce you were going to attempt to murder an entire race for gods she cannot understand." Exasperation and irritation leaks into her tone as she thinks about Roana, a whole other mess that Amalia has made. "I'm not saying you haven't messed up, or you're not irritating and self-centered and kind of insufferable sometimes. Maybe you are a monster, I don't know. It isn't for me to say." Which, perhaps, not strictly true- Amalia makes judgments with the ease of the righteous, but somehow she very seriously doubts that Loren values her opinion on anything.
If she's relatively composed as she tries to list his strengths, that all fades away as he begins assaulting her flaws. Standing, scowling, Amalia glares at the man who she is fairly convinced would tumble to the ground at the slightest suggestion of a stiff breeze. "Okay. I hate this," the Shield snaps, waving her arm to indicate the space between them. "This stupid fucking game you're playing. Where you say mean things and try to get me to say them back- for what? What are you getting out of this, Loren? Is it because if the world hates you it will make it easier for you to hate yourself?"
Amalia
