full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun rolled his eyes. ”No, I don't feel pain. But that doesn’t mean I like not being able to do things. How would you feel if someone chopped off your right hand, even if you couldn’t feel anything?” The anger had drained away, leaving annoyance, but he was mostly just tired of Adam acting like this was no big deal and that the potter was just whining for no reason.
Sure he was whining, but he thought he had a pretty fucking good reason to do so.
Shrugging, he leaned against the wall by the workstation. ”Besides failing to save the Temple? I can’t think of anything, but again, hard to know when she won’t answer.” The words didn’t come out annoyed or angry, just with a matter of fact tone.
Holding up the prosthetic for the other man to look at, the Ascended waved it in the air vaguely. As Adam went to poke at the clay, Amun dropped his arm to his side. ”Roll it around a bit, so its all wet and loosened. Then decide what type of jewelry you want to make.” Crossing his arms, he waited patiently.
Sure he was whining, but he thought he had a pretty fucking good reason to do so.
Shrugging, he leaned against the wall by the workstation. ”Besides failing to save the Temple? I can’t think of anything, but again, hard to know when she won’t answer.” The words didn’t come out annoyed or angry, just with a matter of fact tone.
Holding up the prosthetic for the other man to look at, the Ascended waved it in the air vaguely. As Adam went to poke at the clay, Amun dropped his arm to his side. ”Roll it around a bit, so its all wet and loosened. Then decide what type of jewelry you want to make.” Crossing his arms, he waited patiently.
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