if I ever start to think straight
Still slumped on the ground by the couch Bastien was laying on, Amun tilted his head back so he was looking at the artist upside down. "Where?" His eyes darted around the interior of the Sanctuary. "Where are you keeping the non-Ascended?"
Frowning, he let his chin thump into his chest. "Then why does it cost us so much to make it." Sighing, he let his neck roll from one side to the other.
Moving so he could stare at the ceiling, the potter took a deep breath. "I don't think they're here. I'm not sure when or...or if they're coming back." He let out a whine from the back of his throat. "So many of us aren't coming back. Too many."
Frowning, he let his chin thump into his chest. "Then why does it cost us so much to make it." Sighing, he let his neck roll from one side to the other.
Moving so he could stare at the ceiling, the potter took a deep breath. "I don't think they're here. I'm not sure when or...or if they're coming back." He let out a whine from the back of his throat. "So many of us aren't coming back. Too many."
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
