This chapter was written in collaboration with Scylla.
“No! Amon!” Scylla eyes widened and stared at Amon, as if reliving a nightmare. “You can’t do this!!! Not again!”
“Not again? What are you talking about? I’ve not created an aether disseminator before,” he pursed his lips at her.
Scylla was almost frantic. Behaving erratically. It was strange to see. He was usually the erratic one after all.
“You know that I need to build this, aye?” Amon lowered his voice and leaned down towards her with a serious expression. “How else am I going to release the aether that seeks to consume me? If you have a better idea, I’m all ears.”
No pun intended.
Scylla’s breathing slowed, as she started to calm down, pulling her hands from his grasp. She stepped back, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings.
“It resembles a device I’ve seen before…. when you….” The woman’s voice trailed away as she struggled to clear the growing cloud of emotions. She looked down at the floor, wiping at her face.
She couldn’t bring the words to surface.
“It was in the room… when you put me to sleep….”
Amon opened his mouth. He didn’t know what to say to this.
She was right. The design was similar to devices he’d created before. Why wouldn’t they be? They were all imagined by the same mind and crafted with the same hand.
It’d not even crossed his thoughts that this could be likened to something he might have used on Scylla during that dark procedure. Nor did he consider that she’d remember that so clearly.
What could he say? He tried to stumble through something, the color drained from his face.
“I… I’m sorry. I’m not very innovative when it comes to mechanical design. But ‘tisn’t that device. I promise.”
It was not the reaction she expected from Amon.
Scylla wrinkled her brow, looking up at his pale expression.
Up until now, it had always been laughter, as if her words were something to be careless with. If not that, his responses had been threats… threats of when he regained his power that she would be subject to his wrath once more. Instead there was an apology. Apology for his lack of creativity, and apology for what he had done.
She even dared to wonder if she heard just a small bit of vulnerability? Maybe teetering between life and death might have awoken some decency in the Elezen before her.
Scylla let loose a deep sigh, letting her shoulders relax, giving Amon a slight nod before reaching up to the wires.
She paused for a moment, reaching up and reconnecting the wires.
“Some of the equipment belongs…” She corrected herself with a choked voice, reconnecting wires together. “Belonged to my father…”
She turned and looked at Amon, looking up into his eyes with resolve, pointing a long finger at him.
“So this means half of this machine belongs to me… and so does any venture you intend to commit with it!”