my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
After the meeting had gotten derailed, Amun had found himself with an uncharacteristic anger coursing through him. On top of that was the lingering grief from Maea’s death. He tried to move on, to honor what he thought she would’ve wanted, for him to live a fulfilling life, but it was hard to process when he had no one to process it with.
So he decided to burn some of the excess emotion off by whacking some straw dummies with a sword. Even if he couldn't feel exhaustion in the same way, it would still feel good. Practically stalking into the barracks, he picked up a practice sword and marched to the nearest dummy. Sliding into a practiced pose, he swung his blade as hard as he dared, which was quite a lot these days.
So he decided to burn some of the excess emotion off by whacking some straw dummies with a sword. Even if he couldn't feel exhaustion in the same way, it would still feel good. Practically stalking into the barracks, he picked up a practice sword and marched to the nearest dummy. Sliding into a practiced pose, he swung his blade as hard as he dared, which was quite a lot these days.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
