I picture it, soft, and I ache

Amun

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

Laughing, Amun nodded at Sam's question. "So, so bad. So bad that my master wouldn't even consider displaying or selling any of it, just shattered it and used it to line his fire pit." The potter grinned and shook his head at the memory.

Thankfully there was a moment of silence so that he could actually work on the painting. "Stay still," he reminded the bookmaker, flashing a smile at the redhead.

Shrugging, the advisor dipped his brush in a cup of water, making sure to get all the color out before selecting a new one, this time for the other man's clothes. "I don't really remember, to be honest. Memories of my past lives are...fuzzy. But I...I think I burned to death." Amun swallowed, freezing in place for a moment.

Then his whole body shivered and he stared at the painting, not looking at Sam or meeting the redhead's gaze.

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