AMALIA
save some love for yourself, my dear
She wishes it was the answer she wanted, and yet Amalia values Safrin's honesty, the things she doesn't say. To be in the orbit of another, caught and unable, unwilling to ever leave... she'd thought she'd been that for the Sword. Had been for so long, and yet even now Amalia can feel a greater gravitational force tugging at her soul, drawing her to purposes she has yet to even dream. Will the bonds between them stay strong through it?
The girl doesn't know.
It is easier to think about war, about tasks, about being a vassal of the gods. In this Amalia is at least confident, her faith unshaken, stronger by day. So you think she would talk? Amalia asks, thinking of the Voice. Peace cannot be found if only one side seeks it; all her efforts will be for nothing if they are so doomed. Still, the girl feels some calm settle on her, hope that things will conclude before more blood needs to be drawn.
The girl doesn't know.
It is easier to think about war, about tasks, about being a vassal of the gods. In this Amalia is at least confident, her faith unshaken, stronger by day. So you think she would talk? Amalia asks, thinking of the Voice. Peace cannot be found if only one side seeks it; all her efforts will be for nothing if they are so doomed. Still, the girl feels some calm settle on her, hope that things will conclude before more blood needs to be drawn.
