my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Nodding at Sunjata's acceptance, Amun stared at the blank page before him. "Thanks," he heard himself saying. However, it sounded distant and echoey, as if someone else was saying the words.
Jerking his chin at the paint the Flood was using, the Ascended reached down to his belt for his knife. "You want some help or advice with that?" Unsheathing the blade, he sharpened the end of the quill. Uncorking the ink, he set the cap aside.
Then he froze, tip of the quill hovering over the black liquid. Eventually, though, he dipped it and began writing. Again, time did a weird thing, and he didn't know how long he sat there in silence. He did speak, though he didn't look up from his page as he did. "You know the Order." It wasn't a question. "Why. Why do they want to erase us?"
Jerking his chin at the paint the Flood was using, the Ascended reached down to his belt for his knife. "You want some help or advice with that?" Unsheathing the blade, he sharpened the end of the quill. Uncorking the ink, he set the cap aside.
Then he froze, tip of the quill hovering over the black liquid. Eventually, though, he dipped it and began writing. Again, time did a weird thing, and he didn't know how long he sat there in silence. He did speak, though he didn't look up from his page as he did. "You know the Order." It wasn't a question. "Why. Why do they want to erase us?"
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
