full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun stayed right where he was, though he shrugged at Zidane's response. "I think you and I have very different definitions of what it means for life to be worth it." The potter's voice was quiet. Then he leaned back, crossing his arms. His expression was inscrutable.
At the other man's offer to help, Amun grinned, though it was slightly faded. "I think we've got it handled. But if you wanna help, talk to Wessex. She's the one who got the assignment from The Voice." The words were soft, pitched low enough that only Zidane and no one else in the VlamVloed could possibly overhear the conversation.
At the other man's offer to help, Amun grinned, though it was slightly faded. "I think we've got it handled. But if you wanna help, talk to Wessex. She's the one who got the assignment from The Voice." The words were soft, pitched low enough that only Zidane and no one else in the VlamVloed could possibly overhear the conversation.
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