why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
It is small comfort to be sure, that she might have made things easier for the Harpy in the end. She hopes it is so, yet what is the point if it still was not enough? "Does it ever get easier?" she entreats of Remi, sighing and at last pulling away, giving him space to be free of her grief.
Tugging her feet up onto the couch, Amalia wraps her arms around her legs, resting her forehead on her knees as another sob wracks its way down her spine. A sob which turns into a laugh halfway through, hiccoughing and surprised. "I doubt that," she replies to Ronin, peeking out at him over her knees. "Whatever Safrin's punishments... she loves you. Vi hasn't called me back to him since... what if he never does?"
Tugging her feet up onto the couch, Amalia wraps her arms around her legs, resting her forehead on her knees as another sob wracks its way down her spine. A sob which turns into a laugh halfway through, hiccoughing and surprised. "I doubt that," she replies to Ronin, peeking out at him over her knees. "Whatever Safrin's punishments... she loves you. Vi hasn't called me back to him since... what if he never does?"
Amalia
