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Who the fuck is Isla? Had Amun really been gone that long? Or had it just been that so much has happened?
His story is simple, the incident one that would have done in anywho who wasn’t Ascended - but she can imagine the dark, the silence, the feeling of energy slowly fading and time passing and never knowing if you’ll make it out alive. Especially without Zhanshi or Loki there. Her jaw clenches in compassion, recognizing in him a similar trauma to what she once saw in Mabel; what she can only assume is the trauma of dying and nearly dying combined with the scars of prolonged isolation. Amun isn’t like Wessex. He thrives around people.
At least she knows now why she never heard him while she was out searching for Mabel and a small amount of that guilt starters to dissipate - not only had she not had that ability when he’d left, but his mental state, auditory hallucinations… she nods, having no further questions.
“So… you also missed the Voice offering the dead a chance to come back? We have some… new siblings. And I’m sure it pissed the Old Gods the fuck off.” Half question and half statement, Wessex grins wickedly at the end. “Ok then, any more here and now questions before we start story time?”
His story is simple, the incident one that would have done in anywho who wasn’t Ascended - but she can imagine the dark, the silence, the feeling of energy slowly fading and time passing and never knowing if you’ll make it out alive. Especially without Zhanshi or Loki there. Her jaw clenches in compassion, recognizing in him a similar trauma to what she once saw in Mabel; what she can only assume is the trauma of dying and nearly dying combined with the scars of prolonged isolation. Amun isn’t like Wessex. He thrives around people.
At least she knows now why she never heard him while she was out searching for Mabel and a small amount of that guilt starters to dissipate - not only had she not had that ability when he’d left, but his mental state, auditory hallucinations… she nods, having no further questions.
“So… you also missed the Voice offering the dead a chance to come back? We have some… new siblings. And I’m sure it pissed the Old Gods the fuck off.” Half question and half statement, Wessex grins wickedly at the end. “Ok then, any more here and now questions before we start story time?”
WESSEX
