meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
"Do people act terrified of you?" Amalia snaps back, tilting her head a little. As far as she can tell it's quite removed from the truth. Even now the baker cannot find it in herself to be particularly terrified of Loren, more bewildered and ill at ease with the summoner's strange change in character. "You keep saying we all treat you like a monster, but it kind of just feels like you're looking for excuses to be one, and that's on you."Clenching her fists enough to draw blood, the Shield stares up at the taller man through eyes like sparking flint, her teeth clenched and grinding behind the tight line of her lips. At least he's turning his vitriol onto himself and off of her: Amalia is much better equipped to deal with the self-hatred of others than her own insecurities. "I don't hate you," she repeats with a tense shrug, though once again she doubts he'll care. "Sounds like Remi doesn't hate you, and he has the most reason. Wessex, of all people, has trusted you enough to be leading a bunch of Longnight stuff." How he's gotten Wessex to tolerate him if he acts like this is beyond the girl.
"We didn't throw you a parade. But you haven't exactly been warm yourself. I invited you to my house. I offered you meals - twice! - and you repeatedly turned me down." Sighing, the girl takes a step back, some of the tension falling away as weariness takes its place. Rubbing her hand over her neck, Amalia glances to the luxere and lets out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry you feel alone, Loren. I..." Know what that feels like trails away. Looking back at the summoner, she bites her lip. "I can't imagine what you've been through. But I hope you don't let it turn you into a monster."
Amalia
