not broken, just bent (open)

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Blinking, Amun frowned. His gaze slid away from Wessex as his head lolled to one side, the now empty cup dangling from his fingers. "Well it had to go somewhere. And h-hopefully." However, monsters and Spark Birds sounded like the least of their troubles.

She had a lot more information to get through, and he just sat there, staring alternatively at her and at a point just past her shoulder. Occasionally he'd stir at this or that bit of news, but mostly he was silent and motionless, eyes half-lidded. "E-easy, now. He's one man, no matter how powerful. One person can always be neutralized, somehow, someway." Closing his eyes, he hummed a few notes.

When he opened his eyes again, he fixed them on the Wraith. "So. Find the relics, fight the Order, win the war, save the world. Not necessarily in that order" He laughed, but it turned into a cough, albeit not a fit this time. "Any idea how many are still out there? And this...the toss-up. Do we have access to them?"

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid