my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun continued scrambling away from Amalia. There was a panicked expression on his face. As she extended a hand, he flinched and leaned away. "No!" His voice was as frantic as his movements, and he trembled a little from the fear that still coursed through him.
However, he quickly realized that he was not burning to death. Wasn't burning at all. Patting his arms and legs down desperately, he forced himself to think, be rational, though it didn't stop him from staring at the baker with wide and scared eyes.
"F-fire. You were on fire." There was still something irrational about the way he spoke and acted, the instinctual response to one of the few things that could kill him overriding his ability to do anything but panic.
However, he quickly realized that he was not burning to death. Wasn't burning at all. Patting his arms and legs down desperately, he forced himself to think, be rational, though it didn't stop him from staring at the baker with wide and scared eyes.
"F-fire. You were on fire." There was still something irrational about the way he spoke and acted, the instinctual response to one of the few things that could kill him overriding his ability to do anything but panic.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
