if I ever start to think straight
When Maea brought up Ronin, Amun found himself gritting his teeth. "Actually I do remember. I always explain it as him going mad with grief over the death of his child and trying to destroy the Temple because of it. Always." His fingers tightened on the tree until he forced them to relax. "So are we making allowances for grief now?" Snorting, he shook his head. "Or are you going to tell me it's different when you lose a child."
Grimacing, he kicked at the tree trunk with one foot. "I am not saying a parent losing a child isn't the worst form of grief. But..." Voice trailing off, he shrugged a shoulder.
"I know all this. I know we've been given a bad rap in people's minds. Remember how hard I tried to convince you otherwise?" Looking up at her, he narrowed his eyes.
Still staring at her as she explained her situation to him, his response was immediate and lacking in hesitation. "I would laugh, bring that child to my potter's wheel, and give them some clay. Teach them how to make pots." He arched an eyebrow at her. "Is that not an option here?"
Grimacing, he kicked at the tree trunk with one foot. "I am not saying a parent losing a child isn't the worst form of grief. But..." Voice trailing off, he shrugged a shoulder.
"I know all this. I know we've been given a bad rap in people's minds. Remember how hard I tried to convince you otherwise?" Looking up at her, he narrowed his eyes.
Still staring at her as she explained her situation to him, his response was immediate and lacking in hesitation. "I would laugh, bring that child to my potter's wheel, and give them some clay. Teach them how to make pots." He arched an eyebrow at her. "Is that not an option here?"
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
