my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
When it became clear that Amun’s hand wasn’t healing at all, he’d stared at it for a long while, eyes distant. Finally, he sighed and placed his hand in a sling. Then he waited for night to fall, before gathering his walking stick and setting out. His first stop had been the military barracks, but it was empty. Next, he swung by Amalia's bakery.
He was very relieved to spot Deimos there, since the potter didn't know where the General lived. "Hey. How's Amalia." The Ascended came to a halt in front of the other man. "Also, I need a favor." Reaching up, Amun released his hand from its sling, then held it out, the crushed appendage clearly in terrible shape. "I need you to cut off my hand."
He was very relieved to spot Deimos there, since the potter didn't know where the General lived. "Hey. How's Amalia." The Ascended came to a halt in front of the other man. "Also, I need a favor." Reaching up, Amun released his hand from its sling, then held it out, the crushed appendage clearly in terrible shape. "I need you to cut off my hand."
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
