until i'm ready, let me be
"That she was happy." She doesn't say more - her mouth clamping shut, her teeth coming together, the moment and memory too much to bear on top of everything, everything else.
"What about the dead Ascendeds? The ones who died in the Spire? Would the Voice let you speak to them?" At least her gods have proven something, while all he has to say about the Voice is further evidence she's obfuscated the truth. That the Voice won't tell himanything everything makes Amalia roll her eyes; she can't help it, already irritated again.
Why anyone wouldn't want to go to Mort's realm is beyond her. It also isn't the point. "Shouldn't you at least get to know? To make the decision - Mort or the Voice - don't you want to know what it will mean?" She runs her hand through her gold hair, the stubs of lilac horns appearing on her forehead.
"What about the dead Ascendeds? The ones who died in the Spire? Would the Voice let you speak to them?" At least her gods have proven something, while all he has to say about the Voice is further evidence she's obfuscated the truth. That the Voice won't tell him
Why anyone wouldn't want to go to Mort's realm is beyond her. It also isn't the point. "Shouldn't you at least get to know? To make the decision - Mort or the Voice - don't you want to know what it will mean?" She runs her hand through her gold hair, the stubs of lilac horns appearing on her forehead.
i have to heal myself
AmaLiA
