my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun pushed open the door to the VlamVloed with more force than was strictly necessary. Unable to say how much time had passed since Sam's death because timelines, the potter stared at the hallway that led to the backrooms. Standing completely still, just his head pivoted to stare at Sunjata.
It was clear the Flood was working on something, perhaps a lantern, but definitely an art project. The Ascended didn't say anything for a long moment. Finally, though, he spoke, his voice low and carrying a raspy edge to it. "Who's that for?" Stepping into the room proper, he walked over to the bar, coming to a stop and falling silent and becoming motionless once more.
It was clear the Flood was working on something, perhaps a lantern, but definitely an art project. The Ascended didn't say anything for a long moment. Finally, though, he spoke, his voice low and carrying a raspy edge to it. "Who's that for?" Stepping into the room proper, he walked over to the bar, coming to a stop and falling silent and becoming motionless once more.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
