and like the moon, she had a side of her so dark
even the stars couldn't shine on it
"Why not Jigano?" Amalia asks, curious, when Rexanna explains the task. Once, perhaps, she had been a student of history, more interested in tracking the past than the present. Now, though? Now she seems ill-suited to such a task, given her own painful tendency to make mistakes and run straight into disaster without thought to how poorly the last time went.
The urge to tap her foot in thought is strong, and the fact that she can't only deepens her frustrations. "That doesn't tell me how it will be different. Stopping Zariah from coming back- sure, I want that too. But who's to say it won't be the same with the Voice - sorry, you - in charge?" It's a petty remark, given their past discussions on the topics and Rexanna's repeated promises not to be a puppet, but Amalia cannot help her doubt that the Voice is not the one pulling the Penumbra's strings.
"What will your council do, exactly? And yeah- who else is on it? And what will they be doing?" Is it stacked with Ascendeds is the implication in the question, but she does not voice that. Not aloud.
The urge to tap her foot in thought is strong, and the fact that she can't only deepens her frustrations. "That doesn't tell me how it will be different. Stopping Zariah from coming back- sure, I want that too. But who's to say it won't be the same with the Voice - sorry, you - in charge?" It's a petty remark, given their past discussions on the topics and Rexanna's repeated promises not to be a puppet, but Amalia cannot help her doubt that the Voice is not the one pulling the Penumbra's strings.
"What will your council do, exactly? And yeah- who else is on it? And what will they be doing?" Is it stacked with Ascendeds is the implication in the question, but she does not voice that. Not aloud.
a side of her so cold
even the sun couldn't burn it
Amalia
