-Amos Kane-
Who knows how long we have been here. The sight of Ra is valuable and only sitting in darkness makes you aware of that. Sadly, I have grown used to such darkness that fear for myself is completely washed away. With Set, I discovered that I am mentally strong, far more than I realized. It dawned on me more with hearing Carter's pleas of confusion and absolute terror from several feet above.
The giant growled out of frustration as he peered up at Carter from his seat of rock, similar to what Mimas had in his cave. "It's a wonder that I haven't killed that headache yet!" Polarus admitted, making sure his voice carried through to Carter as well. "Can't we silence him as well?"
"No, his cries are worth nothing," Gaia's voice replied. "Have you been accommodating you gift well?"
Gift, that is all I am to him. He has yet to place any harm on me himself, but rather keep me alive and silent. What can I do other than play prisoner? I refused everything he gave me; food and water, something they have been depriving Carter of. Yet he forced it down my throat, keeping me from any sort of death. Even if I do die here, will Anubis be able to get in and escort me to the Hall of Judgment? Didn't matter much in my opinion, I just want to be free of the mute placed upon me, even if it means I'm a trapped ghost.
"Yes, he is in good condition." Polarus confirmed to his mother.
"Good," she easily approved. "And I see the Pharaoh has run himself exhausted with his constant yelling."
I hesitated to peer up, something I told myself not to do. And it did as I expected, tearing at me from the inside as Carter stayed limp-like thirty feet above us. A surge of hate bubbled in my throat, but the mud pressed against my vocal chords stopped it from escaping. Alright Carter, I'll fight through this for you.
