Amalia
a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
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She bites her lip unhappily, listening to Safrin's proclamation with head bowed. She couldn't say she finds the denial entirely surprising, but she can't hide the disappointment that spikes in her chest, either. "I don't think he'll ever change his mind." Now simply pulling the scone into smaller and smaller pieces, Amalia frowns. "He thinks the gods... that you're fickle and cruel. He doesn't understand that the Voice is just using him. Using all of them."
Frustrated again, the Shield shakes her head. "I don't understand it. How they worship her. How they justify her after everything she's done. The LongNight monsters, the Spire Demon, the Prince, the Blight... they act like it was worth it. Like it's all forgivable." She grips her fists, looking up at Safrin. "I thought maybe, if he met you... he'd see how beautiful you are, how much more good than the Voice... maybe he'd understand."
Frustrated again, the Shield shakes her head. "I don't understand it. How they worship her. How they justify her after everything she's done. The LongNight monsters, the Spire Demon, the Prince, the Blight... they act like it was worth it. Like it's all forgivable." She grips her fists, looking up at Safrin. "I thought maybe, if he met you... he'd see how beautiful you are, how much more good than the Voice... maybe he'd understand."
