AMUN
Snorting at the advice Maea had been given in the past, Amun shook his head. "'Let it go' is a dumb thing to say. Our memories are who we are. Only by creating new ones and giving the old ones time can we change how we feel about them." For just a moment he flipped his hand over to give hers a squeeze.
"I don't mind at all, and neither will the Voice. After all, she wants us all to band together." He smiled. However, it slipped away as he discovered the drawer he was trying to open was jammed. Jiggling it a few times didn't result in anything, so he scooted back a bit. Yanking on it, he winced at the sound of squealing metal and, under thank, the slight splintering of wood. Looking up at Maea, he grimaced. "I can fix that."
Drawer open, he paged through the contents. One book was a history of the Hollowed Ground, but from a quick skim the author didn't have any pertinent information. They'd just collected stories from residents. Underneath were the diaries and letters they'd used to compile the volume. Sighing, he set it on the surface of the desk to read more closely later, before shifting over to the other side of the desk.
"You'd have to ask her. My guess, though? She thinks Mort's realm is too good to be true, and the reality is a lot more unpleasant. So she's protecting us from that." He laughed at her discomfort surrounding the bite. "You don't have to bite or be bitten," he reminded her. "I don't think it was intentional, to be honest. The pleasure we get from other races is likely to encourage them to let us bite them, and the pleasure we get from biting each other is just a side effect of that."
Then he smirked. "That being said, sometimes families aren't blood relatives. People do get married and start new families, you know?" Standing up, he reached over to ruffle her hair.
"I don't mind at all, and neither will the Voice. After all, she wants us all to band together." He smiled. However, it slipped away as he discovered the drawer he was trying to open was jammed. Jiggling it a few times didn't result in anything, so he scooted back a bit. Yanking on it, he winced at the sound of squealing metal and, under thank, the slight splintering of wood. Looking up at Maea, he grimaced. "I can fix that."
Drawer open, he paged through the contents. One book was a history of the Hollowed Ground, but from a quick skim the author didn't have any pertinent information. They'd just collected stories from residents. Underneath were the diaries and letters they'd used to compile the volume. Sighing, he set it on the surface of the desk to read more closely later, before shifting over to the other side of the desk.
"You'd have to ask her. My guess, though? She thinks Mort's realm is too good to be true, and the reality is a lot more unpleasant. So she's protecting us from that." He laughed at her discomfort surrounding the bite. "You don't have to bite or be bitten," he reminded her. "I don't think it was intentional, to be honest. The pleasure we get from other races is likely to encourage them to let us bite them, and the pleasure we get from biting each other is just a side effect of that."
Then he smirked. "That being said, sometimes families aren't blood relatives. People do get married and start new families, you know?" Standing up, he reached over to ruffle her hair.
So the world's unfair
Keep it locked out there
Keep it locked out there
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