my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun couldn't help but chuckle at Clem's bloodthirsty response. "Well. Tell you what. Why don't we try to find more productive ways to make you feel better." The potter smirked. "All else fails, I'll hold his arms while you punch him as hard as you can, swift." There was a gleefully cheerful tone in his voice. "Sound like a deal?" He held out his palm for Clem to shake.
At the need for approval in the boy's voice, the potter grinned. "Trust me, she knows. She's with us, always, even when she can't give us as much attention as she'd like." For once, his voice was light, and without teasing. "I know she meant to make you. She meant to make each and every one of us. And I, or any of the other Ascended, would be happy to take you to a shrine to meet her, if she won't answer you on your own."
The potter pointed back at the page. "As for helping her, learn. Listen. Find out what you can of this world, explore it. And when we've done that, she'll open the gates to all of us." There was a great deal of enthusiasm in Amun's voice, and reverence in his eyes.
At the need for approval in the boy's voice, the potter grinned. "Trust me, she knows. She's with us, always, even when she can't give us as much attention as she'd like." For once, his voice was light, and without teasing. "I know she meant to make you. She meant to make each and every one of us. And I, or any of the other Ascended, would be happy to take you to a shrine to meet her, if she won't answer you on your own."
The potter pointed back at the page. "As for helping her, learn. Listen. Find out what you can of this world, explore it. And when we've done that, she'll open the gates to all of us." There was a great deal of enthusiasm in Amun's voice, and reverence in his eyes.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
