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
"But their family isn't there." Still troubled by the implications of what feels like trapping the recently dead, Amalia shakes her head, confused, her dark eyes searching Abasi. "They're alone in a tomb, with only physical reminders of what they once had... that sounds terrible to me." Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
Chewing thoughtfully on her lip, the girl furrows her brows. "What happens if... if they're not worthy? Or if they can't find their bodies? Where do they go then?"
He mentions going to Ludo, asking if there is something to be done. Amalia glances away, unsure, but shrugs. "Ludo takes souls to Mort... it doesn't have much say in what happens next, I think. But you could certainly ask. Mort is kind and loving, he would likely help you if he can." The most empathetic of the gods, Mort seems most willing to give Abasi the facsimile he desires. "If... if you were to go again, and wanted company. I could come."
Oh, but the conversation steers back to Ascendeds, and whatever ease Amalia had begun to feel clenches into anxiety once more. She does not look at Abasi as he makes his pointed question, but the unhappiness is clear upon her expressive face. Why are they angry but doing nothing? War and execution and bitter shed of blood- it hurts her just to think about. "I... don't know." The Shield bows her head. "For so long it was... it was just us. Just the Hollowed Grounds and the people inside, and even though people disagreed about some things it didn't hurt anyone. But now... now the world is bigger. And it isn't safe. And I'm supposed to help protect it, but I don't know how to protect everyone, and I just-"
She breaks off, shaking her blonde head ruefully. A mirthless smile curls nervously at her lips as her fingers grip around the cup of tea. "I'm sorry. That doesn't answer your question. I just... I don't know."
