amun
As Wessex entered the space, Amun stepped back until he was pressed against a wall, giving her room. He didn’t answer her question for a long time. ”It got entirely crushed at Fiat Lux. I was on my way to pray for healing at the Temple when...well. You know.” He lifted his prosthetic again and stared at it. ”That probably made it worse. Who knows.” Dropping it, he shifted his gaze to stare out one of the cracks.
”The staff didn’t work on it, and neither did time. Once it became clear that it wasn't healing at all, I went to Deimos. He cut it off, his unicorn healed it, and he made me a prosthetic." He flicked his eyes back at her.
”The staff didn’t work on it, and neither did time. Once it became clear that it wasn't healing at all, I went to Deimos. He cut it off, his unicorn healed it, and he made me a prosthetic." He flicked his eyes back at her.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
