my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun raised his hand and wiggled his fingers as Varus recounted his sob story. "I had to get a replacement too, but not nearly as cool as yours," the potter informed the other man. Unsurprisingly, Amun didn't react at all to the other Ascended's age, since the potter was technically more than a few centuries old, if not older. Reincarnation was like that.
"I mean, you can have it back. I wouldn't mind." Waggling his eyebrows at Varus, the potter grinned. Shrugging at the mention of upgrades, he rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles. "If you've got them. Not all of us are so lucky. It's why I've gotta go after those pigtails." Eying Varus's arm, Amun shuffled a few steps closer. Facing the other man, the potter stood squarely. Without pivoting his body at all, he aimed a punch at his fellow Ascended's shoulder, the one not attached to an arm that did only the Voice knew what.
"I mean, you can have it back. I wouldn't mind." Waggling his eyebrows at Varus, the potter grinned. Shrugging at the mention of upgrades, he rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles. "If you've got them. Not all of us are so lucky. It's why I've gotta go after those pigtails." Eying Varus's arm, Amun shuffled a few steps closer. Facing the other man, the potter stood squarely. Without pivoting his body at all, he aimed a punch at his fellow Ascended's shoulder, the one not attached to an arm that did only the Voice knew what.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
