Why his face needed to be immortalised was beyond Evenius' understanding. Were it not for this 'gift' of his, not even the path he always took home would remain of him.

Ah, but the temple insisted. All prophets were chosen by the gods which meant they saw something in them. Something the members of Agape were hoping to still see in stone thousands of years later.

Evenius couldn't even act excited. It was a simple flash in his mind, despite the migraine that lingered, when he saw how the statue would turn out. Though even if it hadn't occurred to him, his eyes were as good as a bats during the day. He'd have to practically kiss the sculpture until he'd be close enough to see it clearly.

'Chip, chip' he hears the chisel knock across from where he's sitting. He can imagine dust gathered around the sculptor the temple commissioned. They work fast, with precision. Evenius can appreciate that. "... Carving history." He voices, slightly bothered by the silence. "I imagine that brings quite a number to your door. Even the temple has sought you out. It's as if they wish to grasp all of time."

There is no reply that comes quick enough to not make the prophet feel awkward. "... Do make sure to get my nose right." He attempts a stiff joke instead.