my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun wasn't the sort to carry grudges either, so to hear that Bastien was the same was heartening. Settling by the couch, the potter shrugged. "Not much to talk about really. I don't know how she died, just that...she's gone." He swallowed hard, and found himself staring out the window, though he wasn't really looking at anything in particular.
Looking back as the artist continued, Amun accepted the glass. Simply holding it, he nodded slowly. "Sure, why not." Speaking in a slightly dull tone, he stared out the window again. The upgrade probably wouldn't help, but at least it wouldn't hurt either. Mostly, he was just going through the motions of being polite.
Looking back as the artist continued, Amun accepted the glass. Simply holding it, he nodded slowly. "Sure, why not." Speaking in a slightly dull tone, he stared out the window again. The upgrade probably wouldn't help, but at least it wouldn't hurt either. Mostly, he was just going through the motions of being polite.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
