until i'm ready, let me be
She barks a laugh at his observation, unable to keep the dry amusement contained. "I told you we have a lot in common." Passionate, stubborn, and firmly loyal to their side - it's almost dizzying to look back through the years and not see how similar the pair of them are. If Amalia had been raised differently, if Samuel had been made to Attune instead of Ascend... Who's to know where they'd be now, what side they would argue for in this war.
What a deeply unsettling thought.
Pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, Amalia exhales a long, slow breath. "The gods themselves couldn't succeed. Why would it be different for us?" Dubious, she places her head on her palms, looking up into Sam's blue eyes. "What is it about the Old Gods that frightens you? Maybe we can start there."
What a deeply unsettling thought.
Pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, Amalia exhales a long, slow breath. "The gods themselves couldn't succeed. Why would it be different for us?" Dubious, she places her head on her palms, looking up into Sam's blue eyes. "What is it about the Old Gods that frightens you? Maybe we can start there."
i have to heal myself
AmaLiA
