ALONE TOGETHER | open, separation

He could remember that day. Well, those days, really. When Amunet had called upon him every day and they'd played and learned together. He never met her family but he felt as though he knew them, both from the thoughts he shared with Amunet and from his sister speaking of them so often. There was a part of him that longed to be apart of that, even if it was flawed. He never saw anyone but Amunet and, while he knew his sister should be enough, it wasn't. Over the years, though, he'd gotten used to the solitude and Amunet's company was enough. When Amunet interacted with others, it seemed to only cause her pain. Why would he want that? Not only that, but he didn't understand people in the way that his sister did. She seemed to know when things were 'funny' or when someone had veiled intentions but he didn't see any of that. He didn't know when to laugh or when to cry unless he was speaking with Amunet. Everyone but his dear sister was an enigma and, while he wouldn't admit it, he was far too comfortable with his current state and too frightened of what would happen to meet anyone else.

Amun could feel his sister's anger and grief. It burned in her mind and, by association, his. Even though he could feel these things, though, he had little understanding of what was happening or why she was upset. It confused him as to why a single person could make his sister so upset but she wasn't calling on him. She hadn't for what seemed like a very long time but he also struggled with the idea of time so it could have only been a single day. Then there was a brilliant flash in his mind. Panic overtook him for a moment but soon his mind fell still momentarily.

He slowly blinked his eyes open, confusing swimming in his gaze as he began to move. He was breathing. He had paws. What was this? It'd been so long since he was in this body, he could tell. He felt bigger. As he lifted his head and began to stand, he heard a familiar voice behind him. It wasn't in his head, though, she was right before him. He spun around with a wide smile on his maw and took a few clumsy steps forward before he seemed to remember what he was meant to do with his legs. "Amunet! It is good to see you, my dear sister," he purred before freezing, his eyes wandering over her and his smile turning to a frown. "You look old," he noted. Well, not old exactly, but he could tell she was older than when they'd last each other. She had frozen in appearance at some point but he could tell. He could always tell. He would've asked more questions regarding how long he'd been kept away but then his thoughts were drawn to something else, something much more important. "And sad." 

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