my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun grinned, not at all bothered by Ingrid’s analysis of the situation. ”Maybe I'm here by choice." Then he tilted his head and waggled his eyebrows. "Or maybe you're right, and I get rejected a lot. Still, if I ask enough people, I'm bound to get a few yeses." He winked at the priestess.
"Steer clear of fire, don't ask for help, don't die, from the cold or otherwise." Smirking, he nodded. "Sounds easy enough, especially for me. Thanks, scaredy cat." He tipped an imaginary hat at her.
Crossing his arms, he swept his gaze up and down her and her throne once more. "So you don't get anything in return, then?" His tone was conversational.
"Steer clear of fire, don't ask for help, don't die, from the cold or otherwise." Smirking, he nodded. "Sounds easy enough, especially for me. Thanks, scaredy cat." He tipped an imaginary hat at her.
Crossing his arms, he swept his gaze up and down her and her throne once more. "So you don't get anything in return, then?" His tone was conversational.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
