i sat with my anger long enough she told me her real name was grief
If his first statement is comforting, the second is anything but, Amalia looking up sharply as Finn's condemnation comes down like a guillotine on the slender thread of her hope. At least the mention of Gideon has her nearly-smiling, her face pulled into a wry grimace as she shakes her head, imagining what advice Gideon might give. "He'd just say something condescending and sanctimonious." She shakes her head, snorting. "Or explain how I'm Vi's Chosen, so I shouldn't care about some evil Ascended, no matter who they used to be."
Her tone sours as she trails off, the brief mirth giving way to weary resignation. "But why," she murmurs hoarsely, dark eyes wide and hapless as she searches in his face for answers. "Why do they have to die? All of the Ascended- they're just people, Finn. People who fell for false promises and made bad choices and became trapped by them." With a heavy sigh the Shield looks back down, rubbing her forehead with the knuckle of her thumb.
Her tone sours as she trails off, the brief mirth giving way to weary resignation. "But why," she murmurs hoarsely, dark eyes wide and hapless as she searches in his face for answers. "Why do they have to die? All of the Ascended- they're just people, Finn. People who fell for false promises and made bad choices and became trapped by them." With a heavy sigh the Shield looks back down, rubbing her forehead with the knuckle of her thumb.
Amalia
