Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
Far from comforting, Jigano's assessment only deepens her discontent. Thinking to the little orb back in her house makes the Shield clench her jaw. "It's not as though we did much to prevent the last one," she remarks dryly. "Maybe there's no blood being spilled now, but in the future? When people come to rely on the Voice's creations again, and don't expect them to strike back?" The image Safrin painted sits heavy in her mind.
"They," Amalia self-corrects, wincing at her earlier mistake. The other names mean nothing to her. "I've met Jiao... She didn't like Remi." A wry smile crosses her lips, curling as they come closer to the town. "But she was very helpful in making my puppet show."
An eyebrow raises when he mentions the underground, not particularly wanting to discuss it but feeling cornered now. "No... But that's why I went to see Tarasha. Safrin asked me to move the books to the Undercroft." She doesn't look at Jigano, but remembering keenly their last expedition underground and the lingering strain it placed on their friendship.
"They," Amalia self-corrects, wincing at her earlier mistake. The other names mean nothing to her. "I've met Jiao... She didn't like Remi." A wry smile crosses her lips, curling as they come closer to the town. "But she was very helpful in making my puppet show."
An eyebrow raises when he mentions the underground, not particularly wanting to discuss it but feeling cornered now. "No... But that's why I went to see Tarasha. Safrin asked me to move the books to the Undercroft." She doesn't look at Jigano, but remembering keenly their last expedition underground and the lingering strain it placed on their friendship.
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
