the waters are sleeping

Amalia It's so strange to think about the last time they approached this issue, the people they were then. Young and naive and idealistic, the pair of them had railed against death as a concept, an answer, a cause. They had confronted Roana - Remi nearly killing her in the process - and they had thought themselves, knew themselves, to be in the right. And now? Now the things that make right and wrong are much harder to name. "I wouldn't be surprised," she agrees softly, watching the fish that swim around him curiously. "And I wouldn't be surprised if it was the only one." His question only pries deeper into that suspicion, pressing at issues she had thought about at length recently, things she still does not know how to face. Sighing, the Shield sets her chin in her palm. "I don't know," the girl admits, closing her eyes for a moment. "If Vi commanded it of me... who would I be to refuse?" She has pledge as much after all, sworn to be whatever it is the Lord of Life asks of her. But... the idea of killing, of taking a life - even an Ascended life - leaves ash in her mouth. "I told him... when he asked if I would ever take a life. I told him I didn't think I could. And... I think that's true, still. I would do everything I could to stop the Voice, to serve Him, but I... don't know if I can do that." Meeting Remi's seafoam eyes, the Shield sighs and bites her lip. "But... you chose Ludo, or were chosen by it. We're on different paths, even if they're going in the same direction. So... Would you? If it asked?" reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you