[Sheba's words ring true in a way that hurts to acknowledge. "We're alone while we're surrounded by people who think they can understand". She doesn't have many friends in the Tower, and she's tried so hard to never let herself show weakness around anyone else, all the insecurities that the shadows have been relentlessly hammering at kept hidden from everyone else because she's a knight and knights aren't supposed to be weak and-
Her hands are balled tightly into fists by the time Sheba suddenly jerks away from the shadow, and Amelia's anger very nearly takes over, without even thinking she finds herself instinctively stepping forwards to protect one of the only friends she has, one hand gripping the hilt of her sword tightly and drawing it almost halfway before she catches herself. This is a useless gesture, her sword arm can't do anything about this.
And that fact in itself just makes it all hurt more. She's utterly powerless here, Sheba's crying for help and there's not a single goddamned thing she can do. For the second time in her life she's being forced to stand there and watch, unable to do anything to prevent what she's watching from happening. And despite that her mind races, trying to think of something, anything that would help...
... even if it won't help, even if it may seem like a hollow gesture at this point she sheaths her sword before stepping forwards towards Sheba, unsure if she's doing this more for her friends sake or her own by now and just wrapping her arms around her, pulling her tight as if that might somehow make the shadow go away. It won't. She knows it won't. But maybe, just maybe she can at least prove she tried, that she didn't just hide and watch, that she didn't just let the world take away somebody she cares about yet again.
Even if she isn't sure who she's trying to prove that to anymore.]
... no matter what, Sheba, you're not alone. That much I swear.
JUST IMAGINE HER FROWN TEN TIMES BIGGER
Her hands are balled tightly into fists by the time Sheba suddenly jerks away from the shadow, and Amelia's anger very nearly takes over, without even thinking she finds herself instinctively stepping forwards to protect one of the only friends she has, one hand gripping the hilt of her sword tightly and drawing it almost halfway before she catches herself. This is a useless gesture, her sword arm can't do anything about this.
And that fact in itself just makes it all hurt more. She's utterly powerless here, Sheba's crying for help and there's not a single goddamned thing she can do. For the second time in her life she's being forced to stand there and watch, unable to do anything to prevent what she's watching from happening. And despite that her mind races, trying to think of something, anything that would help...
... even if it won't help, even if it may seem like a hollow gesture at this point she sheaths her sword before stepping forwards towards Sheba, unsure if she's doing this more for her friends sake or her own by now and just wrapping her arms around her, pulling her tight as if that might somehow make the shadow go away. It won't. She knows it won't. But maybe, just maybe she can at least prove she tried, that she didn't just hide and watch, that she didn't just let the world take away somebody she cares about yet again.
Even if she isn't sure who she's trying to prove that to anymore.]
... no matter what, Sheba, you're not alone. That much I swear.