a tree grows in brooklyn prompts. accepting. @hellvive : i couldn't do any different than i did, but it will always be on my conscience just the same.
it isn’t a concept amara overly understands. ⸺ the moral compass of right and wrong, supposedly kept balanced by a conscience that helped remind people what not to do. primordial being doesn’t exist with such built - in awareness. most days, she thinks that’s a blessing. observant eyes can see the WEIGHT dean winchester carries on his shoulders. keen ears can hear the strain in his voice when he speaks sometimes. it all seemed so heavy for one mere mortal; exhausting & overwhelming, and deity feels thankful for her own amoral nature. oh, but every now & then, she still wonders. to feel remorse is to be human. amara craves those experiences, as strange as it might sound. ＂ why do you waste time lingering on events that cannot be changed? ＂ not by him at least. perhaps by others. her head tilts left, curiosity etching over features in a way that hopefully conveys she’s genuinely trying to relate rather than insult. ＂ it seems … senseless to me. ＂ this, coming from a woman who once considered destroying everything over a past sibling rivalry. she considers the irony for a beat before letting out a faint sigh. ＂ tell me what happened. ＂
