Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
"Dissolved?" Amalia repeats, her jaw clenching slightly at the mention of Ludo. Glancing away unhappily she focuses on the way be slices the potatoes, the ride and fall of the knife. "Did anyone try to talk to it? To see if it could be helped?" She doesn't mean for the sharp accusation to slip into her voice, yet it comes before she can stop it. Biting down on her lip the Shield shuts her eyes, trying to settle herself again and feeling her grasp lapsing.She misses her partial shift, the ease with which the leopardess would rise on her shoulders like armor. Again she nearly laughs at his question, the hysteria settled just below the surface, so easy to grasp. Desperately she grasps for something easy, something that's not a lie. "I... I saw Remi again. And, and Vi, and he changed me and sent me somewhere, and I----"
Tears rise suddenly in her eyes, burning hot and cruel. Desperately she shuts them out, pressing damp lashes to her cheeks, trying to quell the rising flood. Dropping her head as her control slips, she tries to take a steadying breath. "Sorry. I'm, I just... You should sit down, Dei."
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
