Amalia
'Cause she's just like the weather
Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
He asks difficult questions, leaving Amalia both bristling and engaged. Luckily he does not seem particularly judgmental, or as though he wants to argue against her, and the girl can appreciate a desire to learn. "I don't know," the girl admits. "You would have to ask one of the Old Gods, I imagine." Do they know where Caido is gone? And why? Is it even here?Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
Running a finger around the lip of her empty mug, Amalia frowns thoughtfully, shrugging her shoulders in ambivalence. She has thought about this too, especially after Ronin's ascent into the role of fallen star. "I would say the difference is that demigods are given power, while the Voice took it. It's a question of intent- the demigods are meant to serve the Old Gods. The Voice only served herself." Of course, it is more complicated, and there's no way to say that a demigod would not one day snatch at power the way the Voice did- or that the Voice had not believed what she was doing to be right, at first.
She licks her lip at his next question, dark eyes rising as Abasi sighs. There isn't an easy answer, and her expression is empathetic, a little bit guilty, a little bit sad. "It does," the Shield agrees softly, honest in her quiet response. Despite her love of the Gods, despite her faith in their intent, their actions- yes, it seems unfair. "But the gods haven't forsaken you. It's more... often if an Abandoned proves themselves, shows their dedication, then they will be answered. It's the same for anyone. I have had my prayers unanswered more times than I could name." There is no resentfulness in this statement: Amalia has been answered more than she ever could have dreamed. But she also worked hard for the recognition, and spent years without any form of reply.
