[Training] swimming in everything you said

Edwyn

the goal isn't to
live forever

"Touche." Edwyn chuckles. He doesn't flinch as he's punched, so much as he wilts into the pressure. It's not a secret that the writer would absolutely subscribe to a lifestyle of the pen being mightier than the sword, especially by the utter lack of muscle Amun will feel on his bicep. Still, he accepts the gesture with a grin. "Once upon a time I certainly did have a drinking problem, although somehow I didn't know it at the time. I thought it made me a better writer. In fact, I thought lots of mortal vices made me a better writer." He shrugs, clearly not feeling much in the way of embarrassment or regret about that stage of his life.

"Wow. Impressive." Genuinely, Edwyn seems to mean the words as he watches the crackle of power with awe.

Watching Amun indeed, though for Edwyn, this meant mentally narrating how he might decide to write about the man before him, he's caught entirely off-guard despite Amun's very clear instructions. Stumbling backward and holding up both hands (thus dropping his sword), the point of the potter's blade presses against his sternum and causing his bones to hum with the electrical current.

Uselessly lowering his hands with a breathless huff that was entirely just a habit at this point, the ascended chuckles. "Okay, so just watching you didn't help much. What should I be watching for, specifically?"

it's to create something that
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