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 laughed along with Deimos. Grinning, the potter shrugged at the Sword's question. "They say to follow them. To go where the light and fire is." The Ascended sighed.

Bobbing his head up and down, he punched the other man in the arm. Or at least, Amun tried: his aim was a little off and it went sailing past Deimos. The potter wasn't bothered by this in the slightest. "Any time, big guy."

His eyes got wide and he took the book in both hands. "Oooooo. Very fancy." Hugging it to his chest, he smiled. "I'll take good care of it for you." He patted the cover and then began to stroke it.

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