Ankyra Sound out of chaos came the light

there is no embarrassment. there is only frustration.

work work work

neither mouth, tongue, nor vocal chords wish to cooperate. sounds still fails him, words do not translate from his mind understood and dissected to the parts that give voice to them. lost lost lost. lost his voice. lost the ability to speak. lost ...everything so many things.

the gods are cruel and they punish punish punish him.

it takes some effort to refocus upon her, to realize that she is speaking once more. scarab hesitates visibly at the fact that she finds it necessary to apologize to speak speak speak. stop talking. stop doing what i can no longer do! he wants to ask plead scream. more frustration washes over him drowns him. he's drowning drowning drowning. burning burning burning in sudden and fierce jealousy.

stone visage cracks for a moment, cracking fissuring splitting and then it mends mends mends. he is stone. a name, he registers vaguely. she has given him her name. useless to him. he cannot say it, cannot return with his own. so he stands there, empty missing envious broken and does what he can do; stare.