Amalia
the archangel
she does not know what it's like
not to have deep emotions
not to have deep emotions
Whatever anxiety Amalia felt fades quickly as Gideon makes his request, for here is something she can do, far easier than speaking to any mass of people. She cringes at the word shrine, remembering the one that defiled her Athenaeum, the Voice rising from it like a beacon of tragedy and despair.
The destruction of said shrines is something Amalia has long since yearned for. Morgan had promised to aid in it, once upon a time, and Ronin as well... but with Ronin busy and Morgan having changed her stance, here perhaps is a cause the Shield can take up. "I know where two are, in the Grounds," the girl says softly, almost confidentially, stepping closer to Gideon with eager thoughtfulness over her face. "Though those would be hard to get to. Wessex, and the other Ascended - I doubt they would take kindly to any interference."
Biting her lip, the girl turns away. "When? And who?"
The destruction of said shrines is something Amalia has long since yearned for. Morgan had promised to aid in it, once upon a time, and Ronin as well... but with Ronin busy and Morgan having changed her stance, here perhaps is a cause the Shield can take up. "I know where two are, in the Grounds," the girl says softly, almost confidentially, stepping closer to Gideon with eager thoughtfulness over her face. "Though those would be hard to get to. Wessex, and the other Ascended - I doubt they would take kindly to any interference."
Biting her lip, the girl turns away. "When? And who?"
even when she feels nothing
she feels it completely
she feels it completely
