Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
With each denial that leaves his lips she can feel herself sink deeper down, beaten like a nail into soft, pliable wood. For all that the Harpy had meant to Amalia she is twice and three times that to him: they had lifetimes together where she has only moments, figments marred by shadow and failure and barely able to survive. Deimos, Kiada, Rexanna, Hotaru- they have stood through death together and come out the other side.Who is she to stand against that? How can she comprehend his pain?
She watches him shatter and it breaks her all over again, leaves her feeling helpless and small. "I'm sorry, Deimos," Amalia whispers, trying to swallow down the image of the vulture falling into fire, grateful he cannot feel her torment through the Attuned bond. She doesn't move from her seat as his head drops to his hands, frozen by the weight of her own trauma and unable to carry his as well. "There was nothing I could do, I, I tried, gods, I'm so so sorry-"
She turns away, unable to look at him. Unable to see the accusation in his eyes, or even worse, forgiveness she does not deserve. To see Kiada and Rexanna and all the others they've lost.
To see the death she's brought to him, on the day of her rebirth.
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
