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For a moment, Amun thought Korbin would refuse to answer. As the hunter began to speak, though, the potter spun to face the other man more fully. Indeed, the Ascended's full attention was focused almost unnervingly on Korbin. By the end of the younger mans' explanation, though, Amun's expression had grown thoughtful.
Sorry. That sucks. There was an apologetic look on his face to accompany the words. Hesitating, he commanded the patch to change. Want my advice?
As the hunter asked the potter to unburden himself, he shrugged. Hard to say. His eyes were distant and sorrowful, and the words came haltingly, a byproduct of this weird mode of communication. I lost the person I was closest to and I don't even know how she died. But the world moved on, way too quickly, even when I didn't, and I don't know how to catch up on my own. And I'm so fucking lonely. All the time.
Sorry. That sucks. There was an apologetic look on his face to accompany the words. Hesitating, he commanded the patch to change. Want my advice?
As the hunter asked the potter to unburden himself, he shrugged. Hard to say. His eyes were distant and sorrowful, and the words came haltingly, a byproduct of this weird mode of communication. I lost the person I was closest to and I don't even know how she died. But the world moved on, way too quickly, even when I didn't, and I don't know how to catch up on my own. And I'm so fucking lonely. All the time.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
