amun
As Maea recounted what had happened on that fateful day, Amun didn't react. At least, not verbally: he found himself gently stroking her shoulder, trying to support her without interrupting the flow, for fear she'd never start again. When she revealed her encounter with The Voice, though, he sighed softly.
Turning, he shifted so one hand was on her shoulder, and one hand was on her knee. "I'm sorry you had to experience that. All of that." His voice was almost shockingly sympathetic, and certainly kind. "And I don't need, or expect you to accept The Voice or her creations." He smiled faintly.
Then he cocked his head to one side. "But I hope you don't mind me asking...is it possible she showed you not to drive you away from her, but to show you why she can't help the Abandoned as you wished? To show you the danger that entailed?" He reached over to take her hands, trying to squeeze them gently to stop their trembling. "And...do you know what it's like for Abandoned who wish to Attune?" Again, it came out quietly, without judgment.
Turning, he shifted so one hand was on her shoulder, and one hand was on her knee. "I'm sorry you had to experience that. All of that." His voice was almost shockingly sympathetic, and certainly kind. "And I don't need, or expect you to accept The Voice or her creations." He smiled faintly.
Then he cocked his head to one side. "But I hope you don't mind me asking...is it possible she showed you not to drive you away from her, but to show you why she can't help the Abandoned as you wished? To show you the danger that entailed?" He reached over to take her hands, trying to squeeze them gently to stop their trembling. "And...do you know what it's like for Abandoned who wish to Attune?" Again, it came out quietly, without judgment.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
