The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

[metagame]

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust

Comments

[emptyself]

You did.

[ he nods, obedient as always despite that look in his eyes still not dissipating. the pain in his arms is still ever present, as if his scars had been ripped open...but he knows that's not the case. over and over, he mentally tells himself that he's fine.

he nods again, thought this time mostly to himself. ]

I'll see if I can help the others.

[townmusician]

...Just so long as you don't strain yourself too much.

[He says, seconds before he crits Atem, apparently.]