Amalia
a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
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He laughs, and she laughs, too, even though she's completely missed the joke. It is good to hear his laughter, to see him smile; it makes her ache for something that she doesn't have, but did, and she shivers in the cold of its absence. "We both died," Amalia points out, still giggling and shivering in equal measure.
She calms down when he mentions Rexanna, blinking and pulling the grass out from between her teeth. "Rex was stolen," the Shield says slowly, frowning as she tugs another blade of grass. "The Voice stole her, and now she isn't anywhere, like Wessex and Sam and everyone else who she steals away." Looking back up with a furrowed frown, Amalia purses her lips. "Why do you think she does that? Is she lonely?"
She calms down when he mentions Rexanna, blinking and pulling the grass out from between her teeth. "Rex was stolen," the Shield says slowly, frowning as she tugs another blade of grass. "The Voice stole her, and now she isn't anywhere, like Wessex and Sam and everyone else who she steals away." Looking back up with a furrowed frown, Amalia purses her lips. "Why do you think she does that? Is she lonely?"
