Giving Amalia a quick smile, Amun found himself shifting the weapons off his body so he could sit more comfortably. [say]"Sorry."[/say] It came out off-handedly, though at least he'd apologized. However, he chuckled as she tried to reassure him, the sound clearly a bit nervous (and maybe even hysterical). [say]"It's sort of a visceral reaction."[/say] He shrugged, that single sorry all the apology he'd give her for how he'd responded.
[say]"That sounds like my literal nightmare. What happened?"[/say] However, his expression faltered. For a moment, he looked old, far older than his features and body would suggest, something ancient lurking in his eyes.
Finally, he sighed. [say]"Last time I died, before I was placed in the heavens for my devotion, it was because my ship sank in a fire."[/say] Unable to meet her gaze, he leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling.
[say]"That sounds like my literal nightmare. What happened?"[/say] However, his expression faltered. For a moment, he looked old, far older than his features and body would suggest, something ancient lurking in his eyes.
Finally, he sighed. [say]"Last time I died, before I was placed in the heavens for my devotion, it was because my ship sank in a fire."[/say] Unable to meet her gaze, he leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling.
