fights to the last sliver

Amun

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

Amun stared at Deimos. "You don't talk much." Then the potter grinned. "That's okay big guy. I have other voices now.' He cocked his head to one side as if listening to one of them, and perhaps he was as the madness gripped him.

Reaching out, he attempted to pat the Sword on his shoulder. The Ascended had to stand on his tiptoes to do it, which caused him to wobble and stumble backwards. "You have me. And the Guild. Don't worry, I'll take care of it until you're ready to come back." Beaming at Deimos, Amun nodded. Zhanshi lost interest in the conversation and ducked into one of the tunnels, disappearing into the earth.

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