AmaLiA
the archangel
Bolster.
Defend.
Protect.
Archangel.
To be a beacon, a source of light. Amalia trembles with the implication, doubt a creeping thing that screams in the back of her mind. But the doubt is muted, suppressed by the rumble of her god's voice, a command that resonates through each muscle, each fiber, each nerve and cell and piece of her soul. Whether or not she can do this Amalia doesn't know, but she never thought she could be a Shield, and she'd been wrong about that, too.
Her eyes flutter closed; she bows her head, accepting the title and responsibility he has placed upon her with gratitude and resolution blooming in her breast. "Thank you, Father," Amalia murmurs. "I'll do all I can."
Only when she feels her emotions are in control does Amalia turn her face to Vi again, dark eyes seeking answer in his. "Father... the Order, the war... I know that the Voice and her closest followers must see justice for what they've done to the world, but what about the Ascended who didn't have a choice? Or those who would leave the Voice if they could? Do they not deserve our protection as well, a chance to be free? There are those who would murder Ascended on principle. I... what would you see done for them? What would you see me do?"
Defend.
Protect.
Archangel.
To be a beacon, a source of light. Amalia trembles with the implication, doubt a creeping thing that screams in the back of her mind. But the doubt is muted, suppressed by the rumble of her god's voice, a command that resonates through each muscle, each fiber, each nerve and cell and piece of her soul. Whether or not she can do this Amalia doesn't know, but she never thought she could be a Shield, and she'd been wrong about that, too.
Her eyes flutter closed; she bows her head, accepting the title and responsibility he has placed upon her with gratitude and resolution blooming in her breast. "Thank you, Father," Amalia murmurs. "I'll do all I can."
Only when she feels her emotions are in control does Amalia turn her face to Vi again, dark eyes seeking answer in his. "Father... the Order, the war... I know that the Voice and her closest followers must see justice for what they've done to the world, but what about the Ascended who didn't have a choice? Or those who would leave the Voice if they could? Do they not deserve our protection as well, a chance to be free? There are those who would murder Ascended on principle. I... what would you see done for them? What would you see me do?"
you're breaking your own heart
