Amun
You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises
Once he'd gotten himself under control, he fell mostly silent as she recounted everything he'd missed. "I can see how that'd be a tough pill to swallow," he acknowledged as she brought up selling the LongNight fight to the newly arisen. Frowning as she brought up the Spark Bird, he rolled the cup he held between his palms. "Is it still around?"
Closing his eyes at the mention of the accidental casualties, he took a deep breath. However, his eyes snapped open and he smiled as she explained they'd been resurrected again and that upgrades were transferable. "Neat trick," he rasped. Nodding at her assessment of the Ground, he leaned back in his chair. "Well, once I'm back on my feet, I can help with the restoration effort. At least until something burns, floods, or muds us again." This time, he didn't laugh, though whether it was because it wasn't funny or because he'd learned his lesson last time was unknown.
Grimacing, he shook his head. "After I just fixed it, too..." he muttered. Meeting her gaze, he sighed. "I remember hearing rumors about them, and being worried but...nothing concrete springs to mind." Shrugging at the confession, he narrowed his eyes at her. "Are they as big a problem as we thought?"
For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid
