my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Eying Sunjata's artwork, Amun rested his hand on the Flood's forearm for just a moment. "You know paint dries slower if you watch it, right?" Frowning at the demi-god's severely truncated story, the potter tapped his foot against the leg of his barstool. "I vaguely remember all that. I'm still having trouble seeing Sam deliberately going after the other man, though. No offense." He shrugged one shoulder.
Sighing at the other man's suggestion, the Ascended shook his head. For a moment, his gaze strayed towards the lantern he'd made before slipping back to meet Sunjata's eyes. "If I thought they might die down, maybe. Or if I was willing to let them win by keeping us cooped up. But I'm not going to just wait for the fight to come to me. That's not a strategy, it's a slow death."
Sighing at the other man's suggestion, the Ascended shook his head. For a moment, his gaze strayed towards the lantern he'd made before slipping back to meet Sunjata's eyes. "If I thought they might die down, maybe. Or if I was willing to let them win by keeping us cooped up. But I'm not going to just wait for the fight to come to me. That's not a strategy, it's a slow death."
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
