Amun nodded at Darkeye's explanation. "I'm a merchant and artist first and foremost. But I'll fight for my life, my freedom, and my family." Most of the potter's attention was taken up by putting the top on the furnace. He had to wrestle it into place with his whole body. Brow furrowing in concentration, he made sure there was a proper path for air to flow before using his upgrade to install it. "Is there anything Kor doesn't cover then?"
Shrugging, he patted the top before releasing it fully. "I'm just trying to survive. As for Safrin, your guess is as good as mine." Bending down, he hoisted up another piece with a grunt.
"Actually, I agree. I'm simply asking you to judge his actions in the same light as mine. Because he had to travel too, though less a distance I'll admit. Still, we asked him to stop, offered to help him through his grief, and he tried to kill us." He closed his eyes for a long moment and shuddered.
Opening his eyes again, the Ascended stared at the other man with narrowed eyes. "Define innocent. That Tower was the Order's headquarters. Everyone who lived and worked there supported their war effort in some way, shape, or form. They may not be combatants, but they weren't fully innocent too, since they made the tools of war, or gathered information, or spun propaganda to further their cause."
Glancing at the progress they'd made, Amun inclined his head to Darkeye. "Thanks." He fitted the latest part into the structure.
Shrugging, he patted the top before releasing it fully. "I'm just trying to survive. As for Safrin, your guess is as good as mine." Bending down, he hoisted up another piece with a grunt.
"Actually, I agree. I'm simply asking you to judge his actions in the same light as mine. Because he had to travel too, though less a distance I'll admit. Still, we asked him to stop, offered to help him through his grief, and he tried to kill us." He closed his eyes for a long moment and shuddered.
Opening his eyes again, the Ascended stared at the other man with narrowed eyes. "Define innocent. That Tower was the Order's headquarters. Everyone who lived and worked there supported their war effort in some way, shape, or form. They may not be combatants, but they weren't fully innocent too, since they made the tools of war, or gathered information, or spun propaganda to further their cause."
Glancing at the progress they'd made, Amun inclined his head to Darkeye. "Thanks." He fitted the latest part into the structure.
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