// i came from a broken home, so look at all my broken bones
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
His point in general, is seen. Heard and understood. Because he didn't necessarily mean for her to turn to a god, but to those around her that she could live and thrive for. To grow stronger if she wanted to, to prevent history from repeating. So, as she explains further, a small smile tugs on the Flood’s scarred face, a short nod offered to her in response.
“Yeah.” He agrees, clearing his throat before his accented voice makes a reappearance. “We’ve all made mistakes. I definitely have. But that doesn’t mean it’ll stick forever, y’know?” He asks softly, turning his attention toward the rest of the group as the waiters mill around. “You lived, Soh. Sure, you might’ve ran, but you can make things right if what you think you did was wrong. Learn more, get stronger, don’t make the same “mistakes” again.” It’s what he’s done, or at least, tried to do.
The waiter returns with the stew in steaming bowls, sliding them to each of them along with the large soup spoons and he murmurs his thanks, before waiting to see her take a bite first.
“Yeah.” He agrees, clearing his throat before his accented voice makes a reappearance. “We’ve all made mistakes. I definitely have. But that doesn’t mean it’ll stick forever, y’know?” He asks softly, turning his attention toward the rest of the group as the waiters mill around. “You lived, Soh. Sure, you might’ve ran, but you can make things right if what you think you did was wrong. Learn more, get stronger, don’t make the same “mistakes” again.” It’s what he’s done, or at least, tried to do.
The waiter returns with the stew in steaming bowls, sliding them to each of them along with the large soup spoons and he murmurs his thanks, before waiting to see her take a bite first.
the flood
// i'm the next, so get in line
just let me have my fucking time //
just let me have my fucking time //
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.
