Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
He ignored the quip about tasting good entirely, figuring it aligned with the sickness, or he’d received the silent, unsaid warning, the stance in his abilities, powers, and condemnation standing on its own merit. The note about Amalia didn’t cause a flinch, remaining reticent and stoic, striving to be above the weight of the anguish clawing at his insides. He wasn’t surprised that she’d tried to help – that was what she’d always done.
Before some overbearing sigh could run through him, his eyes pierced and glanced once more at Amun, pondering how to best answer the inquiry, as his gaze dropped to the book again. It didn’t hold any particular responses, and wouldn’t justify the means. Maybe this world was still bright for the potter, for so many others in its abyss, but its shadow had been long cast over his presence – and if he didn’t find his way out of the darkness quickly, he might permit it to consume him. “I have nothing left here.”
Before some overbearing sigh could run through him, his eyes pierced and glanced once more at Amun, pondering how to best answer the inquiry, as his gaze dropped to the book again. It didn’t hold any particular responses, and wouldn’t justify the means. Maybe this world was still bright for the potter, for so many others in its abyss, but its shadow had been long cast over his presence – and if he didn’t find his way out of the darkness quickly, he might permit it to consume him. “I have nothing left here.”
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
