my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
The punch was entirely unexpected. Amun yelped as it slammed into his jaw. Rubbing his chin, he glared at Nate. "Dude, what the fuck?!" The potter shook his head and dropped his arm, even as his hands balled into fists.
Eying the doctor's posture, Amun just stepped back, away from the other man. "What the hell is wrong with you? Have you lost what little mind you have?"
Scoffing, he raised his own arms, though it was only to block another blow if Nate chose to strike again. The potter wasn't going to hit back unless he had no other choice. "How is punching me going to clear the air, hm?" He snorted, raising an eyebrow.
Eying the doctor's posture, Amun just stepped back, away from the other man. "What the hell is wrong with you? Have you lost what little mind you have?"
Scoffing, he raised his own arms, though it was only to block another blow if Nate chose to strike again. The potter wasn't going to hit back unless he had no other choice. "How is punching me going to clear the air, hm?" He snorted, raising an eyebrow.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
