i sat with my anger long enough she told me her real name was grief
It's almost the same answer Vi gave her, and just as dissatisfying coming from his lips. Amalia sighs, rubbing her forehead wearily. "I know you're right," she murmurs wearily, looking down at the ground. "But that doesn't mean it feels right."
But it is what her god wills, and so it is what she must do.
There is no use dwelling on her existential crisis, especially if it risks making Finn even more uncomfortable. Amalia looks up at him with a sad smile, wiping the last of her tears from her cheeks. "I'm sorry- I've felt so unsteady lately." Softly, wryly, she laughs. "What were you researching? Maybe I can help. If... If you don't mind."
But it is what her god wills, and so it is what she must do.
There is no use dwelling on her existential crisis, especially if it risks making Finn even more uncomfortable. Amalia looks up at him with a sad smile, wiping the last of her tears from her cheeks. "I'm sorry- I've felt so unsteady lately." Softly, wryly, she laughs. "What were you researching? Maybe I can help. If... If you don't mind."
Amalia
