Amalia
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
"Why? What's going to happen?" Amalia does her best to keep her grip on the boy, tugging him toward the waiting door and summoning her starlight shield just in case. She doesn't know what will happen if she leaves him, but she knows that she cannot. She's stubborn, and she's stalwart, and she knows that with the help of the Wraith she will be able to get him free.watching stars collide
But Wessex doesn't come.
She isn't sure why it hurts, but it does. Instead it is Ronin who vaults down to help the Shield, and frustration grips her at his declaration, anger flaring hot in her chest. He ought to have known how keenly those words would hurt her, how much more stubbornly they would make her hold on. She fights the arm around her waist, trying to run back to the child. "I fucking know that," the girl snaps, tears now on her cheeks. Images of Adam and Peter dance in the burning blur, of failure after failure. "But I have to try."
Ama tries to get the boy out the door until Ronin grabs her, then she tries to get free. She is projecting her starlight barrier.
