my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
The strands continued to stubbornly refuse to weave together, so Amun switched tactics. Instead of using his prosthetic to grip, he used his real hand, and used the prosthetic to weave. This proved even worse than the original method, so he switched back. All the while, that ugly smirk lingered on his lips.
At Rexanna's question, it deepened. "Again, you gotta be more specific. What happened when?" Finally he looked up, his expression a dark mockery of the fun teasing looks he used to give her and everyone else. "Regardless, the answer to your question is, oh, nothing." His words came out in an almost derisive and taunting tone.
At Rexanna's question, it deepened. "Again, you gotta be more specific. What happened when?" Finally he looked up, his expression a dark mockery of the fun teasing looks he used to give her and everyone else. "Regardless, the answer to your question is, oh, nothing." His words came out in an almost derisive and taunting tone.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
