... I should hope so. I have to keep everyone, not just you on their toes.
[Kindness for the sake of it is something that Amelia ironically learned from someone inhuman, someone who was able to draw out that inherent quality in her. She would be the first to admit that she was selfish and closed off, more willing to care about herself than others. With power such as hers, didn't she have the right? Didn't she have the privilege to lord herself above all other humans?
No, she would say. That isn't happiness. It was not about being greater, not when she had felt so tiny and helpless in her circumstances and not when her heart was so cut up.
(The world is such a dark place, but Briar loved it so.)
There was nothing wrong with doing something small to make someone else's day a little better, a little brighter.
Amelia says nothing as Henry returns the spider back to its web. The small creature, recognizing its home skitters back, delicately clinging to the thin threads. She's running her fingers through her hair as she watches it settle back in.]
It'll last longer. The spider and any webs it makes I mean.
[Said spider is actually starting to repair the damaged area of its web. The webbing it produces shimmers ever so slightly in the sun. Amelia mumbles the last part of her explanation as if suddenly shy about how much effort she put into the magic.]
My hair has a lot of magic so... The webs it makes should be better...
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[Kindness for the sake of it is something that Amelia ironically learned from someone inhuman, someone who was able to draw out that inherent quality in her. She would be the first to admit that she was selfish and closed off, more willing to care about herself than others. With power such as hers, didn't she have the right? Didn't she have the privilege to lord herself above all other humans?
No, she would say. That isn't happiness. It was not about being greater, not when she had felt so tiny and helpless in her circumstances and not when her heart was so cut up.
(The world is such a dark place, but Briar loved it so.)
There was nothing wrong with doing something small to make someone else's day a little better, a little brighter.
Amelia says nothing as Henry returns the spider back to its web. The small creature, recognizing its home skitters back, delicately clinging to the thin threads. She's running her fingers through her hair as she watches it settle back in.]
It'll last longer. The spider and any webs it makes I mean.
[Said spider is actually starting to repair the damaged area of its web. The webbing it produces shimmers ever so slightly in the sun. Amelia mumbles the last part of her explanation as if suddenly shy about how much effort she put into the magic.]
My hair has a lot of magic so... The webs it makes should be better...