"The worst," Tal agreed with a groan of memory. In spite of the heat he was still fairly well covered in a shirt with sleeves that reached to his elbows and an oddly dapper vest of flexible stone, so his own scars remained discreetly covered, but the reminder of painful weeks spent with healing ribs and stitches that threatened to pop every time he sneezed sent a shiver down his spine that he hurriedly pushed away.
He was far less sanguine than Sunjata was about becoming the butt of the training grounds, but he had a lot more to lose. A number of the soldiers who trained there were his father's brothers-in-arms and friends of the family, and the courier was glum at the thought of his face adorning their targets. Still, he managed an attempt at a fleeting grin at the Flood's reassurance and wink, taking a little solace in not feeling so alone in the Resurrected Sword's disregard anymore.
It was weird to hear how someone had pissed Deimos off worse than he had, and the courier had a whole passle of complex feelings he didn't know how to sort through, so he focused on cleaning up the meadow alongside the Archon until the subject could shift to something that was a little less fresh - at least for the courier. Hearing that Sunjata's dad had ended up on Caido, too, had him opening his mouth and then closing it again, a perplexed look on his face as he paused with a board halfway into his Bag when the wing unfurled. "What. The. Hail??" The board came back out as Tal waved it around to punctuate his words. "That is really fucked up?! Is he still around??" The courier twitched his head to the side, looking around as if expecting Sunjata Sr. to pop out at any moment. Complete with pointy teeth and a hooked nose, wielding a bloody dagger.
He was far less sanguine than Sunjata was about becoming the butt of the training grounds, but he had a lot more to lose. A number of the soldiers who trained there were his father's brothers-in-arms and friends of the family, and the courier was glum at the thought of his face adorning their targets. Still, he managed an attempt at a fleeting grin at the Flood's reassurance and wink, taking a little solace in not feeling so alone in the Resurrected Sword's disregard anymore.
It was weird to hear how someone had pissed Deimos off worse than he had, and the courier had a whole passle of complex feelings he didn't know how to sort through, so he focused on cleaning up the meadow alongside the Archon until the subject could shift to something that was a little less fresh - at least for the courier. Hearing that Sunjata's dad had ended up on Caido, too, had him opening his mouth and then closing it again, a perplexed look on his face as he paused with a board halfway into his Bag when the wing unfurled. "What. The. Hail??" The board came back out as Tal waved it around to punctuate his words. "That is really fucked up?! Is he still around??" The courier twitched his head to the side, looking around as if expecting Sunjata Sr. to pop out at any moment. Complete with pointy teeth and a hooked nose, wielding a bloody dagger.
