I miss the days when I had a smile on my face
He heard what Sunjata said, but he did not accept it, as the Flood well knew. It wasn't often Iskra received gifts, or connected with someone beyond surface-level introductions. He couldn't grapple with everything he was lacking usually, so to be caught with his pants down, so to speak, it was one undone button too many. He had to be capable enough of returning such a kind favor, else he truly was a piece of shit. Thankfully, Sunjata cast him one more lifeline, and Iskra stilled, head tilting a bit as he listened to the Archon's offer. "Yes!" Iskra agreed eagerly, bright eyes holding Sunjata. "I'd be happy to help, however you need."
Purpose was one of the very few things that could keep the flame of one's existence lit. Despair was an endless wash of water, and while it could gutter a fire, purpose was an oil that rescued the flame time and time again. Goose had been Iskra's first dose of oil. This could be another.
"Thank you," Iskra murmured again, sitting back on his log, the alcohol long forgotten. Tonight had felt a bit like a dream, to be honest.
Purpose was one of the very few things that could keep the flame of one's existence lit. Despair was an endless wash of water, and while it could gutter a fire, purpose was an oil that rescued the flame time and time again. Goose had been Iskra's first dose of oil. This could be another.
"Thank you," Iskra murmured again, sitting back on his log, the alcohol long forgotten. Tonight had felt a bit like a dream, to be honest.
Iskra
