Only some fake, like Mikaela had been? Made to placate Solomon? He wonders.
Amon gazes down at the little sheep once his tune has come to an end, fading off against the soundproofed walls, before bothering to glance at his phone. This wasn't who he was expecting, although maybe he should not have been so hopeful about him making an appearance. ]
Mm, where indeed. I fear I never made much note of my teachers from so long ago, so while the motions remain, the how and why have faded, and not due to this place's nasty little curse, either.
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Only some fake, like Mikaela had been? Made to placate Solomon? He wonders.
Amon gazes down at the little sheep once his tune has come to an end, fading off against the soundproofed walls, before bothering to glance at his phone. This wasn't who he was expecting, although maybe he should not have been so hopeful about him making an appearance. ]
Mm, where indeed. I fear I never made much note of my teachers from so long ago, so while the motions remain, the how and why have faded, and not due to this place's nasty little curse, either.