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Amrod was dragged from the water as silent as death, but he hasn’t been quiet a moment since.
He snaps his fingers when he’s thinking, and whistles when he walks. He laughs and sings and talks and talks and talks.
It was never this way in Aman, when the twins split sentences between themselves. It will always be this way after, because it’s harder to forget things that are right in front of your face.
Amrod is not ashamed of his many burn scars—it’s hard not to notice where he goes for he wears them as a banner, loud.