Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
Groaning at Wessex's words, Amun scrubbed his face. "I regret saying they're only two people now," he grumbled. Lowering his hands, he shook his head. "I've asked the Voice for something that might help us but...I don't know how much good it will actually do." He shrugged one shoulder.
Sighing, he slipped his hands into his pockets. "Physically? Fine. Better than ever actually." Pressing his lips together, he let his silence tell her all she really needed to know about his mental state. "How are you? As for damage, well, since I barely did any, that doesn't surprise me in the slightest." He let out a huff of laughter but his expression remained unchanged.
Sighing, he slipped his hands into his pockets. "Physically? Fine. Better than ever actually." Pressing his lips together, he let his silence tell her all she really needed to know about his mental state. "How are you? As for damage, well, since I barely did any, that doesn't surprise me in the slightest." He let out a huff of laughter but his expression remained unchanged.
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
