my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun shrugged. ”Looks good to me.” Again, his voice was detached and a little disinterested, as if his mouth was moving automatically without really getting input from his mind.
At Oliver's repeated suggestion that the potter join the other man, however, the Ascended looked down. Subconsciously, he began to rub his right wrist. "I appreciate it, but when I said I can't, I meant that I can't." He waved the prosthetic. "I lost my dominant hand. The prosthetic isn't functional or flexible enough to make anything. My left hand might get there in time, but right now I can't do anything that requires dexterity." The admission was low, without much anger or sorrow or much of anything at all really.
At Oliver's repeated suggestion that the potter join the other man, however, the Ascended looked down. Subconsciously, he began to rub his right wrist. "I appreciate it, but when I said I can't, I meant that I can't." He waved the prosthetic. "I lost my dominant hand. The prosthetic isn't functional or flexible enough to make anything. My left hand might get there in time, but right now I can't do anything that requires dexterity." The admission was low, without much anger or sorrow or much of anything at all really.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
