if I ever start to think straight
"We're sick? Huh." Amun frowned and rubbed his forehead. "I didn't think Ascended got sick." Cocking head he, he peered at Sam. "But I...huh. I saw Bastien and Wessex and they were acting weird too. Like me. And you I guess. Are we sick? Did something attack us? Should we go talk to the Voice?" The potter squeezed the redhead's hand. "Are we going to be this way forever? I don't want to be this way forever," he whined.
Then the rest of what the mapmaker said sank in. Amun grinned and let out a little chuckle. "So it's just the being sick and the not knowing me well then? Good to know." He attempted to wink, but was pretty sure he was far from successful. "And there are other things we can do as Ascended," he offered.
Following the other man down the steps, the potter looked around. "What's scary about them? I'm not scared." He puffed out his chest and put his free hand in the air, making it into a fist. "The two of us can do anything!" he declared, smirking. "Especially if it gives us fire."
Then the rest of what the mapmaker said sank in. Amun grinned and let out a little chuckle. "So it's just the being sick and the not knowing me well then? Good to know." He attempted to wink, but was pretty sure he was far from successful. "And there are other things we can do as Ascended," he offered.
Following the other man down the steps, the potter looked around. "What's scary about them? I'm not scared." He puffed out his chest and put his free hand in the air, making it into a fist. "The two of us can do anything!" he declared, smirking. "Especially if it gives us fire."
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
