the waters are sleeping

Amalia "It might be." Watching him float weightless and easy triggers something uneasy in the girl, the contrast between the setting and their conversation amplified, clamouring under her skin. "Which... is difficult, then. If you don't prevent a death when you could, are you responsible for it? Is your sin just as great? I used to think so, but..." But what of nature, of Rae's role in things? Of Mort's? She brings her feet out of the water, tucking them beneath her legs. "I could argue that sometimes death is right and just, but then, how do you know? A rabbit is innocent when a fox eats it- does that make the fox a sinner? Or a survivor?" Running her hands over her knees, Amalia licks her lips. "I would like to believe the Ascended - most of them - are innocents. Pawns to a goddess who seduced them with lies. That they do not, for that, deserve to die. But... if their very existence threatens others, wittingly or not?" She shakes her head, trailing off and rubbing her temples. They are not questions she can answer, and she doesn't expect him to, either. Glancing back up at Remi, the Shield nods. "I think... that's right. Wanting to know the reason for things. It's... it's something that separates us from the Ascended, I think. Makes us more than pawns." reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you