my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
It was hard to tell what Deimos thought of Amun’s tale, both because the General said absolutely nothing and because the potter wasn’t watching the other man. Although there was no pain, there was something too painful to consider watching the amputation.
At Deimos' gratitude, the Ascended finally looked over. "Seems like the least he could do." He waved the stump around as explanation.
Looking at the prosthetic, Amun reached out for it, hoping to take it from the General's hands. "I assume so." The potter peered more closely at it. "How do I attach it? And how do I use it?" He looked up from the prosthetic to listen to the other man's response.
At Deimos' gratitude, the Ascended finally looked over. "Seems like the least he could do." He waved the stump around as explanation.
Looking at the prosthetic, Amun reached out for it, hoping to take it from the General's hands. "I assume so." The potter peered more closely at it. "How do I attach it? And how do I use it?" He looked up from the prosthetic to listen to the other man's response.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
