Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
She pulls away as he reaches for her, tightening further into herself. He's right, of course he is: she has a history of running ahead and risking life and limb. The Underground, the Greatwood, the Perch, the Spire. Every time she let her emotions get the better of her. Every time it was only through luck that she and her group escaped.
But they did escape, every time. She has grown stronger, she has overcome, and despite his words to the contrary the Shield feels that Jigano doesn't see it. To him she has always been younger, weaker, someone to be taught and chided and held. A child, she feels like a scolded child, like she did the day she tried to climb the tallest tree and fell.
She does not feel his pulse of affection; she has shut herself off too thoroughly, already uneasy and unhappy with the swarming memories of LongNights past. "You didn't need me for that," she murmurs, dark eyes still downcast. "All I do is get in the way, or get captured, or let you down, so maybe... maybe I just won't come, next time."
But they did escape, every time. She has grown stronger, she has overcome, and despite his words to the contrary the Shield feels that Jigano doesn't see it. To him she has always been younger, weaker, someone to be taught and chided and held. A child, she feels like a scolded child, like she did the day she tried to climb the tallest tree and fell.
She does not feel his pulse of affection; she has shut herself off too thoroughly, already uneasy and unhappy with the swarming memories of LongNights past. "You didn't need me for that," she murmurs, dark eyes still downcast. "All I do is get in the way, or get captured, or let you down, so maybe... maybe I just won't come, next time."
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
