why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
She listens intently, nodding at the assessment, the anger, her expressive face belying the calm of her posture. She agrees with all that Juniper is saying, but she cannot help be skeptical of the intent behind it, her conversations with Nephele still a fresh brand on her mind. Justice, she has learned, is a word that people use as a shield to hide their intent.
Those who have taken life deserve to live with their mistakes, not to become martyrs.
"Some of your... well. A Fae spoke to me. Told me she was going to slay the Ascended for what they did. And she did kill one, and sent his body in pieces to the different lands. Is that justice? Or just revenge? Is it something you would stand for?" She turns her dark gaze onto the woman, intensity in her stare. "Because I cannot. I agree that the Ascended have sinned and should see justice. But if Alina is allowing assassinations without trial... then I don't think peace or good relationships can ever be achieved."
Those who have taken life deserve to live with their mistakes, not to become martyrs.
"Some of your... well. A Fae spoke to me. Told me she was going to slay the Ascended for what they did. And she did kill one, and sent his body in pieces to the different lands. Is that justice? Or just revenge? Is it something you would stand for?" She turns her dark gaze onto the woman, intensity in her stare. "Because I cannot. I agree that the Ascended have sinned and should see justice. But if Alina is allowing assassinations without trial... then I don't think peace or good relationships can ever be achieved."
Amalia
