Amalia
why else are we here if not
Phoebe seems to have the same information as the Shield, though with perhaps more graphic levels of detail that Amalia would have like to hear. And while she may not have been as bothered by the suggestion of nefarious methods of persuasion under different circumstances, the thought of Finn performing torture ties a knot within her gut. "They certainly are masters of manipulation," she murmurs bitterly, trying not to think about the guitar in her bedroom, the man she called a friend.
But when it comes to organization and lack of communication? Amalia glances up in surprise, not sure what to make of Phoebe's sudden steel. "Do you think they're somehow listening to us?" she wonders, trying not to color up at the idea of going into a brothel. "Who... who is we? If it's the chosen of the gods... I trust Remi and Ronin, and I haven't heard from or seen Delphia in some time." Troubling, given the promise the daughter of Mort had extracted for Amalia's aid. "I don't mind meeting about it, but... honestly, Phoebe, if it will stop the Voice, maybe we should listen to them."
But when it comes to organization and lack of communication? Amalia glances up in surprise, not sure what to make of Phoebe's sudden steel. "Do you think they're somehow listening to us?" she wonders, trying not to color up at the idea of going into a brothel. "Who... who is we? If it's the chosen of the gods... I trust Remi and Ronin, and I haven't heard from or seen Delphia in some time." Troubling, given the promise the daughter of Mort had extracted for Amalia's aid. "I don't mind meeting about it, but... honestly, Phoebe, if it will stop the Voice, maybe we should listen to them."
to live with unreasonable passion for things?
