Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
"It just seems what?" Amun arched an eyebrow down at Maea. "Empty? Pointless? Lacking meaning or substance?" Scowling, he shook his head and glared at the horizon ahead of them.
Falling silent for a moment, he continued frowning. Then, with a sigh, he smoothed out his features. "Life wasn't about what you needed all the time, before. I know it wasn't, I saw you. You filled your free time with art, music, stories, friends, beauty, all the things that made life worth living to begin with. Those are all still there." Hesitating, he added in a quieter tone, "The Voice wouldn't have brought you back unless some small part of you wanted this life."
Falling silent for a moment, he continued frowning. Then, with a sigh, he smoothed out his features. "Life wasn't about what you needed all the time, before. I know it wasn't, I saw you. You filled your free time with art, music, stories, friends, beauty, all the things that made life worth living to begin with. Those are all still there." Hesitating, he added in a quieter tone, "The Voice wouldn't have brought you back unless some small part of you wanted this life."
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
