i sat with my anger long enough she told me her real name was grief
A distant part of her finds it endearing, how clearly lost for how to respond to her the Spyglass is. She feels bad for him, finding her like this- gods know she wouldn't know how to deal with it, would probably try to flee. And yet he stays, and that alone eases some of Amalia's tension, softening and breaking some of the shield she wears around her heart.
There's nothing he can do to help but be there, and the Archangel finds herself shaking her head before snapping back up as he suggests that he might leave. "No- that is," Amalia says awkwardly, quickly looking away from Finn with another mirthless smile. "I... will you stay? Please? I think it would be worse if I was alone."
There's nothing he can do to help but be there, and the Archangel finds herself shaking her head before snapping back up as he suggests that he might leave. "No- that is," Amalia says awkwardly, quickly looking away from Finn with another mirthless smile. "I... will you stay? Please? I think it would be worse if I was alone."
Amalia
