my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun crossed his arms. "Those who are brought here as Attuned have no choice. Have you asked them how they feel about it? In fact, none of the Outlanders had a choice in coming here." Tilting his head, he regarded her cooly. "How do you feel about being Abandoned, which wasn't your choice either." His words weren't accusatory, simply questioning.
Finally, he shook his head. "It doesn't irk me, no. I've been through enough lives at this point to have learned simply to make the most of the one I'm currently living." He shrugged, not caring if she liked the answer or not.
"No. Only with their consent." Then, however, he hesitated. "Well. Maybe in situations of self-defense or defense of another."
Finally, he shook his head. "It doesn't irk me, no. I've been through enough lives at this point to have learned simply to make the most of the one I'm currently living." He shrugged, not caring if she liked the answer or not.
"No. Only with their consent." Then, however, he hesitated. "Well. Maybe in situations of self-defense or defense of another."
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
