[DROP] Teine ​​is fortan

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map I knew that somehow I could find my way back Jigano's glance is not unnoticed; she wonders why he does not draw closer, but chocks it up to his curiosity, his natural inclination to participate and inquire. She is an observer by nature, content to stay to the sidelines and watch, and think, and worry, and wait. So she remains in the shadows as the firelit woman speaks, eyes bright with interest as flames lick from her hands and lips, listening to see what challenge will come next. Valuable. Like many others, Amalia hesitates, quelled into silence by the unexpected question. What makes them valuable? Her brows furrow tightly, confusion and uncertainty written across her face. What makes her valuable? She can bake, she thinks: a value to the community. She is relatively conscientious: a value to friends. Some of the values she holds herself to are spoken already: perseverance. Endurance. Listening. Helping. But does she embody any of these values, these virtues, these traits? And what of them do they, as a people, share? She reaches out a hand for Rory's as the man beside her speaks, offering and asking for reassurance. "I try to be better," she says at last, her voice shaky in the night. "Always. We all do, I think. We adapt and survive and build and live. We could give up, but we don't." She swallows, remembering Ludo's call, her brief flirt with death and the powerful appeal it held - still holds, if she is being honest, looking closely and diligently at the darkest corners of her heart. "I try to be better than I was before." Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you