even when i was a child
i’ve always known there was something to be frightened of
i’ve always known there was something to be frightened of
Amalia hears the silent words, and the sadness that runs beneath them. Is it lonely? she questions gently, thinking about how lonely she's been, without the connections of other Attuned. She smiles at the suggestion that patients like a dog more than a doctor; certainly her mother would have been more popular, had she canine characteristics. "If you ever need help in the clinic... I know a little from, from my mom. Maybe some of your patients like cats."
Tobi's explanation of the punishment system does little to put Amalia at ease. Shifting her weight and her gaze, the Angel feels her frown deepen as vines curl among her hair. "If it works so well, why is it still needed?" she counters gently, flinty eyes returning to October. "What happens after they're punished? They don't change from it. Just grow angry, and afraid." Resentful, as the Voice had been before her terrible rise.
Tobi's explanation of the punishment system does little to put Amalia at ease. Shifting her weight and her gaze, the Angel feels her frown deepen as vines curl among her hair. "If it works so well, why is it still needed?" she counters gently, flinty eyes returning to October. "What happens after they're punished? They don't change from it. Just grow angry, and afraid." Resentful, as the Voice had been before her terrible rise.
