The hand on her head made her mind skip back to a happier, more simple time. Amelia felt a bittersweet smile flicker across her features even as her eyes grew misty. With a soft, almost soundless sniffle, she replied quietly, "I don't see how anyone could have missed it."
Swallowing, that lump still present, she tacked on, "I'm sorry. I know... it has to hurt you a lot more than it does me." In all actuality, Amelia wasn't sure how true that was. She didn't know for sure if Caedus actually felt the same as he once had. If his hatred had spread to infect what he felt for his sister or not. She didn't think it had but, really, how could she be sure?
Straightening up a bit, she twisted away from his touch enough to look up at him with damp gray eyes. "People keep dying," she said in a small voice. "It isn't fair."
Amelia, of course, knew life wasn't always fair. She knew, maturely, that she couldn't expect things to always be good. But right now, that's how she felt. It just wasn't fair that she was losing people, and she couldn't seem to stop it, which made it all even more unfair. Perhaps not the most mature of reactions, but it was how she felt.