Clemente
the difference between a garden
and a graveyard
is what we choose to put in the soil
Clem gives a sharklike grin as he grips Amun's hand and shakes it vigorously. "Deal!" Though as soon as he agrees the boy tilts his head and squints at Amun. "What productive ways d'ya think we can try?" He's hoping they don't work if only to Muhammed Ali style on Sam's now-useless babymakers, but Clem is open to ideas.
Amun's voice and demeanor entirely changes as he speaks of The Voice, and Clem is oddly taken aback by the devotion the man presents, the unfettered trust. It's unlike him, but it also soothes the nerves in the boy to see Amun express it so freely. "Will you go with me?" he asks softly. Rexanna had offered as well, but she and Wessex are so high on their own pedestals to Clemente, and in many ways he would rather have Amun at his side when he eventually meets The Voice face to face. Perhaps his lightheartedness will help if she cannot answer him again, or will quell his nervousness if she does appear.
"Okay but like, explorin' and listenin' is way cooler - and easier - than this," he grunts, making a moue at the book. He intends to continue learning nonetheless, but it's honestly a bit of a relief to know there's other stuff he can do to please their creator.
