my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Nodding at Sunjata's response, Amun bent over the paper he was writing on. His hand scribbled in straight lines, the text filling up the page in neat, if blocky, letters. If the Flood happened to glance over at it, he'd see it was filled with a series of vignettes describing the dates the potter and Samuel had been on.
The Ascended shook his head without pausing in his task. "Fanatics." Growling under his breath, his free hand formed into a fist. "I'm not saying the Voice is perfect. I know she's done a lot of harm to a lot of people. But us Ascended...we just want to be left alone." He closed his eyes for a moment. "Why were you in Stormbreak?"
The Ascended shook his head without pausing in his task. "Fanatics." Growling under his breath, his free hand formed into a fist. "I'm not saying the Voice is perfect. I know she's done a lot of harm to a lot of people. But us Ascended...we just want to be left alone." He closed his eyes for a moment. "Why were you in Stormbreak?"
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
