Edwyn
the goal isn't to
live forever
live forever
"How about...you define problem, and I'll tell you if I agree." The writer quips back with a triumphant smile, nearly winking his approval at Amun's verbal lob back before restraining himself. "Well, I would have lived this long on my own terms I think, so I don't know that I can draw that conclusion. I do know that the lack of certain...distractions has certainly helped."
This was one of those times Edwyn had to imagine that his heart was racing. That he could hear the adrenaline in his ears (no wait, blood. It would be blood in his ears). Given what he was now, his heart rate was almost entirely regular despite the mental fright he'd given himself. Though Edwyn knew perfectly well what Amun was getting at, he simply couldn't help himself: "Sounds like a license to oogle certain opponents." He notes, offering the potter a scandalized look. "And..what about all of those unnormal people?" Reaching out for his sword, he pulls it away sharply as if half expecting Amun to play some sort of trick.
Watch he absolutely did, though damn if he didn't wish he was holding his sketchbook instead of a sword. "I'm...not so sure I bend like that." Edwyn confesses, before trying to mirror Amun's posture. As if on cue, he tips too far forward and as he flails to catch his balance, arms predictably pinwheeling at his sides, he inadvertently thrusts the sword toward the potter's shoulder.
This was one of those times Edwyn had to imagine that his heart was racing. That he could hear the adrenaline in his ears (no wait, blood. It would be blood in his ears). Given what he was now, his heart rate was almost entirely regular despite the mental fright he'd given himself. Though Edwyn knew perfectly well what Amun was getting at, he simply couldn't help himself: "Sounds like a license to oogle certain opponents." He notes, offering the potter a scandalized look. "And..what about all of those unnormal people?" Reaching out for his sword, he pulls it away sharply as if half expecting Amun to play some sort of trick.
Watch he absolutely did, though damn if he didn't wish he was holding his sketchbook instead of a sword. "I'm...not so sure I bend like that." Edwyn confesses, before trying to mirror Amun's posture. As if on cue, he tips too far forward and as he flails to catch his balance, arms predictably pinwheeling at his sides, he inadvertently thrusts the sword toward the potter's shoulder.
it's to create something that
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