my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
At Oliver's question, Amun shrugged. Still, he walked forward and sat next to the other man without complaint. Or any words. Or any sign of the potter's thoughts, really.
For a long moment after Oliver finished speaking, the Ascended was silent. When he did finally speak, there wasn't much inflection in his voice. "So you sent the mud monster, then?" Turning to face the other man more fully, he crossed his arms. "Don't take responsibility for things that aren't your fault."
Then his eyes narrowed. "Technically the only thing I need I can receive from my goddess. As for what I want? Well, a new hand would be nice, but I don't think you can supply that."
For a long moment after Oliver finished speaking, the Ascended was silent. When he did finally speak, there wasn't much inflection in his voice. "So you sent the mud monster, then?" Turning to face the other man more fully, he crossed his arms. "Don't take responsibility for things that aren't your fault."
Then his eyes narrowed. "Technically the only thing I need I can receive from my goddess. As for what I want? Well, a new hand would be nice, but I don't think you can supply that."
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
