my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
For a long moment, Amun was silent. Finally, he slipped a small square out of his pocket, one he’d taken to carrying with him. He placed it onto the skin of his left hand, and ordered it to take the appearance of the crushed and mangled mess that had been his right hand.
While he’d still had it, of course.
”Technically, Deimos chopped it off and made me a prosthetic.” His eyes flicked to the weights that Rexanna had made, though that was all the acknowledgment he gave to them, and he didn’t resume weaving. ”But that's not what you're asking."
He shrugged. "It got crushed by some ice at Fiat Lux. I went to the Temple to ask The Voice to heal me, and got caught up in Ronin's rampage, which probably didn't help with the injury. It quickly became apparent that it wasn't healing. So I had it lopped off." Taking off the patch, he slid it back into his pocket. Only then did he resume weaving the strands back together to the best of his ability.
While he’d still had it, of course.
”Technically, Deimos chopped it off and made me a prosthetic.” His eyes flicked to the weights that Rexanna had made, though that was all the acknowledgment he gave to them, and he didn’t resume weaving. ”But that's not what you're asking."
He shrugged. "It got crushed by some ice at Fiat Lux. I went to the Temple to ask The Voice to heal me, and got caught up in Ronin's rampage, which probably didn't help with the injury. It quickly became apparent that it wasn't healing. So I had it lopped off." Taking off the patch, he slid it back into his pocket. Only then did he resume weaving the strands back together to the best of his ability.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
