no cracks, no breaks

Amun

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

Amun snorted at Hemin's attempt to be inclusive. "That's why I said they," the potter informed the other man. Shrugging, Amun rested his hand on the hilt of the knife at his hip. "How do you know this even is their turf?"

Eying the blade the other man held up, the potter frowned. Shaking his head, he reached up to push it down, activating his upgrade as he did to sharpen the edge. "If you're asking to bite me, don't bother. Ascended can't share upgrades that way. But, if you're going to insist on this folly, the least I can do is make sure you don't kill yourself." He gestured for Hemin to follow Amun to the back rooms.

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