Amun pressed his lips together. Still looking at the Temple in the distance and not at Maea, he shook his head. "I wish this war was just a story. That I'd wake up and this was all just a bad dream." His gaze trailed back to her. "With some bright spots, admittedly." Still, he couldn't help but feel his eyes slide towards her bandaged arm.
"That doesn't mean either of us are going to in the middle of it, though. Not if I can help it." He narrowed his eyes. "I know that sounds naïve, but I've never fought fair in my life and I'm not about to start now." Voice coming out it a growl, he inclined his head to her.
"That doesn't mean either of us are going to in the middle of it, though. Not if I can help it." He narrowed his eyes. "I know that sounds naïve, but I've never fought fair in my life and I'm not about to start now." Voice coming out it a growl, he inclined his head to her.
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