my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
As Rexanna arrived, Amun turned to face her. "That sounded awfully close to an apology. As I told Wessex, queens don't apologize." Despite the banter, the words didn't really have a cheery tone behind them. Instead, they felt a little stilted, and his eyes didn't glitter even in the moonlight.
When she mentioned she wanted to wave baskets, he stared at her. Then he waved his prosthetic. ”I hope you weren’t expecting me, of all people, to do actual work.” While the words were characteristic of him, there was something off about the whole exercise, something mechanical and rote, as if he was reading off a script or playing a part. However, he shrugged, before settling onto the ground.
When she mentioned she wanted to wave baskets, he stared at her. Then he waved his prosthetic. ”I hope you weren’t expecting me, of all people, to do actual work.” While the words were characteristic of him, there was something off about the whole exercise, something mechanical and rote, as if he was reading off a script or playing a part. However, he shrugged, before settling onto the ground.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
