Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
Amun chuckled at Isla's words. "Anything's possible as long as you believe in yourself." Arching an eyebrow, he paused in his work for a moment to mime locking his lips and tossing away the key. Winking, he placed his hands back on the chunk of metal.
Reactivating his upgrade, he continued to form the chains. Long coils already rested on the ground, and the iron was significantly smaller than when he'd started. "Hey now, I think we had a monopoly on selfishness with the attack itself." As she hopped down and landed, he eyed her, but she didn't need help in the slightest. "Got what you needed?"
Sighing, he looked down at the ground. "He will, and thanks. Sorry for your loss as well." Shrugging one shoulder he shook his head. "No idea. I'd like to keep it open, somehow. Maybe turn it into a memorial for those we've lost. We can record their stories and leave them there for future generations." Pressing his lips together, he blinked a few times as the tiniest drops of fluid gathered in his eyes.
Reactivating his upgrade, he continued to form the chains. Long coils already rested on the ground, and the iron was significantly smaller than when he'd started. "Hey now, I think we had a monopoly on selfishness with the attack itself." As she hopped down and landed, he eyed her, but she didn't need help in the slightest. "Got what you needed?"
Sighing, he looked down at the ground. "He will, and thanks. Sorry for your loss as well." Shrugging one shoulder he shook his head. "No idea. I'd like to keep it open, somehow. Maybe turn it into a memorial for those we've lost. We can record their stories and leave them there for future generations." Pressing his lips together, he blinked a few times as the tiniest drops of fluid gathered in his eyes.
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
