AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
The comment about association with Vi earns a nod from Amalia, understanding warming her smile. "Yeah... She loves Vi, and serves him, but in a way that is hers." The tulmhainar called her a foolish child, and in a way perhaps the goddess is. A child like them, born into a larger world but still learning, growing, doing her best.
The idea of slaying the Voice sets a knot in her breast, though in truth Amalia would have no qualms with such a task being undertaken. But the Ascendeds, their souls... "She told me something similar," the Shield admits, glancing up to meet Ronin's gaze. "She also told me that Ludo once bargained for some, which makes me wonder..."
Is he considering the same idea she has toyed with, of asoul heist means to release the trapped souls back to Mort? "If they're in the Spire somewhere, maybe... Maybe we could find them. Or convince the Voice to let them go."
The idea of slaying the Voice sets a knot in her breast, though in truth Amalia would have no qualms with such a task being undertaken. But the Ascendeds, their souls... "She told me something similar," the Shield admits, glancing up to meet Ronin's gaze. "She also told me that Ludo once bargained for some, which makes me wonder..."
Is he considering the same idea she has toyed with, of a
you're breaking your own heart
