SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
Her hands close around the bag of vegetables, and her head lifts to look at him – and in that moment, he studies her face, the closeness, swallowing hard against whatever thoughts surge through his mind at that point in time. But after a few more moments, he hears her slow question – a question that doesn’t quite spark a smile, but sparks something almost sad within him with it. All he can really do is nod to her with that while he tries to think of what to say.
And gods, does it take a bit of time before he manages it. “It should.” He says quietly. “But there’s a difference between being what you want to be and what life’s made you out to be.” A contemplative rumble as he studies her face before he looks toward Haai who’s continuing to happily dive into the bowl Maea had offered her.
“I never wanted to be a killer. But since the day I was born I was taught how to be. It’s as much who I am as anything else.” He shrugs to that, turning to lean back against the countertop to look at the table if only to keep his gaze away from her. “Only here had I the option of being something… Else. But it had been so long since I dreamed about being anything other than what I was that I just fell into what was easy, what was normal.” A quiet pause as he considers it. “I can’t change the blood on my hands, but my goddess is the herald of Vi, so I suppose I should learn to try and not add more.” A slight grimace grosses along his face at that, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.
And gods, does it take a bit of time before he manages it. “It should.” He says quietly. “But there’s a difference between being what you want to be and what life’s made you out to be.” A contemplative rumble as he studies her face before he looks toward Haai who’s continuing to happily dive into the bowl Maea had offered her.
“I never wanted to be a killer. But since the day I was born I was taught how to be. It’s as much who I am as anything else.” He shrugs to that, turning to lean back against the countertop to look at the table if only to keep his gaze away from her. “Only here had I the option of being something… Else. But it had been so long since I dreamed about being anything other than what I was that I just fell into what was easy, what was normal.” A quiet pause as he considers it. “I can’t change the blood on my hands, but my goddess is the herald of Vi, so I suppose I should learn to try and not add more.” A slight grimace grosses along his face at that, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
