(OPEN) the warning signs have all been bright and garish

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Amun smiled at Bastien's words. The books still circled overhead and the potter's eyes tracked them, flicking this way and that as they followed movements that weren't there. "It's very impressive," he mumbled. "Knowledge should be free." Nodding, he ended up tucking his chin into his chest.

As the artist started to speak about Rexanna though, Amun sighed. Reaching out for the hand the other man was using to stroke the tome, the potter would try to rest his own hand on top of it. "Nobody is gone forever. They're with us. So let me help you fix it." He struggled into an upright position and started rummaging through the pile of books.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid