no amount of guilt can change the past && no amount of anxiety can change the future
Every accusation he slings is added to her armor. She does not - cannot - find the truth in it, because she has made her choice. Safrin's warning - Choose Vi - ring through her like an echo, and she wraps herself in the reminder that what she's doing is right. "I'm still Amalia," is her quiet answer, spine stiffening with defensive pride, "But a better version. One chosen by Vi. It's something you can't understand."
Part of her wants very much to leave him there, because she knows that with each second comes another chance of breaking her resolve. But she nods, curyly, her vision blurred with tears, and takes a step towards Adam. "Turn around-" and what happens next is such an ugly, twisted facsimile of their earlier reunion that it nearly breaks her entirely.
Slender, muscular arms wrap around Adam, her small body pressed against his in what could have been (should have been) a passionate embrace. A long tail wraps around his lower body for further support. She speaks a beat later than she should have, and her voice is rough with emotion. "It'll be fast," is the only warning she gives--
--and then they're skyborne, moving faster than any mortal creature could, back towards Torchline's distant shores.
Part of her wants very much to leave him there, because she knows that with each second comes another chance of breaking her resolve. But she nods, curyly, her vision blurred with tears, and takes a step towards Adam. "Turn around-" and what happens next is such an ugly, twisted facsimile of their earlier reunion that it nearly breaks her entirely.
Slender, muscular arms wrap around Adam, her small body pressed against his in what could have been (
--and then they're skyborne, moving faster than any mortal creature could, back towards Torchline's distant shores.
Amalia
