amun
Amun threw up his free hand in the air. Scoffing at Darkeye, the potter shook his head. "You don't seem to get it." Stalking back and forth, he did not look at the other man. "I admitted it was foolish to begin with. Bastien died to a landshark, which has nothing to do with this. I'd also argue that I knew him longer and better than you." Pausing, he closed his eyes for a moment before resuming his pacing. "I'm not growling or spitting at you, I'm doing it at the Order."
Stopping, he pivoted towards the other man. "No. I don't want to kill anyone. But in their minds, we already are at war, and have been for centuries. No excuses needed. So what choice do we have if they are hell bent on killing us and nothing will stop them from pursuing that goal? " He gestured for Darkeye to answer if he actually had one.
"They're the one pushing for war when all we want is to be left alone. Yet somehow, the instant we push back we're the bad guys. No matter how many of us they've killed, no matter that they locked us in a barrier for centuries, no matter that they will never, ever, leave us alone." The Ascended narrowed his eyes.
"Fine. Mediate. I wish you luck. In the meantime, I'll go seek out whatever advantage we might have when the inevitable comes. For now, I guess that means helping this seasonal deity that was just discovered in the hopes it sides with us when the final battle arrives." He barked out a hysterical laugh at the mention of peace and harmony. "I cannot live peacefully so long as the Order exists in its current form," he informed Darkeye. "And you can save your pity, thanks."
Linked as they were by the chains and the dagger, as the other man began to topple backwards, Amun fell forwards as well. The boot on the potter's chest was more than enough leverage to flip the Ascended over. His back slammed into the ground. Grunting, he kept up his work with his upgrades. The ends of the chains formed spikes that he used to try and anchor Darkeye to the ground.
Stopping, he pivoted towards the other man. "No. I don't want to kill anyone. But in their minds, we already are at war, and have been for centuries. No excuses needed. So what choice do we have if they are hell bent on killing us and nothing will stop them from pursuing that goal? " He gestured for Darkeye to answer if he actually had one.
"They're the one pushing for war when all we want is to be left alone. Yet somehow, the instant we push back we're the bad guys. No matter how many of us they've killed, no matter that they locked us in a barrier for centuries, no matter that they will never, ever, leave us alone." The Ascended narrowed his eyes.
"Fine. Mediate. I wish you luck. In the meantime, I'll go seek out whatever advantage we might have when the inevitable comes. For now, I guess that means helping this seasonal deity that was just discovered in the hopes it sides with us when the final battle arrives." He barked out a hysterical laugh at the mention of peace and harmony. "I cannot live peacefully so long as the Order exists in its current form," he informed Darkeye. "And you can save your pity, thanks."
Linked as they were by the chains and the dagger, as the other man began to topple backwards, Amun fell forwards as well. The boot on the potter's chest was more than enough leverage to flip the Ascended over. His back slammed into the ground. Grunting, he kept up his work with his upgrades. The ends of the chains formed spikes that he used to try and anchor Darkeye to the ground.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
