and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
Okay, well, this feels like an escalation.
"Jigano isn't around to judge me any more. He ran away." A cruel way to say it perhaps, but it's accurate and Amalia feels a little cruel, glad to take the thorny branch and add some of her own anger.
Similar to the Alchemist Amalia has taken on an almost bestial firm, fangs and horns disfiguring her face, fur bristling aggressively on the back of her neck. Whatever hope she'd held out for reconciliation is gone like their breath on the breeze; it's clear the wounds are still too new for either of them to ignore.
She winces but does not step back as accusation after accusation is levelled. "You're right," Amalia replies, clinging to the semblance of calm she doesn't feel. "I was wrong to protect her. To allow her. And I will live with that guilt forever." The man, Ascended though he may be, has left his fluid on her hands.
But she will not ass Nephele's. Or theirs.
"I'm not sorry." Back straight, eyes steel, Amalia watches Remi step closer, her hands balled at her sides. "For saving you and Ronin. I'll never be sorry for that, and I'd do it again, every time. So if you were hoping I'd changed my mind.... Well. I'm sorry about the Ascended. But I'm not sorry about that."
"Jigano isn't around to judge me any more. He ran away." A cruel way to say it perhaps, but it's accurate and Amalia feels a little cruel, glad to take the thorny branch and add some of her own anger.
Similar to the Alchemist Amalia has taken on an almost bestial firm, fangs and horns disfiguring her face, fur bristling aggressively on the back of her neck. Whatever hope she'd held out for reconciliation is gone like their breath on the breeze; it's clear the wounds are still too new for either of them to ignore.
She winces but does not step back as accusation after accusation is levelled. "You're right," Amalia replies, clinging to the semblance of calm she doesn't feel. "I was wrong to protect her. To allow her. And I will live with that guilt forever." The man, Ascended though he may be, has left his fluid on her hands.
But she will not ass Nephele's. Or theirs.
"I'm not sorry." Back straight, eyes steel, Amalia watches Remi step closer, her hands balled at her sides. "For saving you and Ronin. I'll never be sorry for that, and I'd do it again, every time. So if you were hoping I'd changed my mind.... Well. I'm sorry about the Ascended. But I'm not sorry about that."
Amalia
