where is the road that will lead me home

if I ever start to think straight

Sighing, Amun shook his head. Glancing over his shoulder at Nikolai, the potter arched an eyebrow. "Even if they talk to their neighbors, change one person's mind about us, that might make a difference." Looking out at the ocean again, he shrugged one shoulder. "And they can supply us, or at least it's one less body our opponents can use to support their own goals."

Humming a low note, he blinked a few times. "If there wasn't a war imminent and we were safe, what would you want to do?" Sitting fully upright again, he scooted a little over so he could actually see the younger Ascended without Amun having to crane his neck.

this heart will start a riot in me

Amun