my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun would not respond well. Indeed, Bastien's words would have the opposite of their intended effect, and no calming aura would help. The potter's expression tightened, and he gritted his teeth. "It's only been a few weeks." The response came out sharply, and was fully intended as a rebuke.
Standing up, he began to pace. "You didn't know her, did you? Because she would have wanted me to mourn her properly. Not move on immediately like some people." That last part came out as a snarl.
Stopping suddenly, he faced the artist and met the other man's gaze squarely. "I know you're just trying to help. And I will put it aside, as you say. Right now, though? It's too soon." Nostrils flaring, Amun spun on his heel and stalked down the stairs.
Standing up, he began to pace. "You didn't know her, did you? Because she would have wanted me to mourn her properly. Not move on immediately like some people." That last part came out as a snarl.
Stopping suddenly, he faced the artist and met the other man's gaze squarely. "I know you're just trying to help. And I will put it aside, as you say. Right now, though? It's too soon." Nostrils flaring, Amun spun on his heel and stalked down the stairs.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
