sold my soul to the calling

SUNJATA

the flood

i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind

I appreciate it, Ronin. At least it would be a decent balm for the fact that he’s getting tagged in. The prospect of taking out Dahlia was one that was almost mouth watering in the Flood’s urge to give in. But he’s smart enough to know that the time and place would make all the fucking difference.

So, feeling the clink of Ronin’s glass against his, Sunjata’s smile is a touch lopsided and easier now than it had been before, downing another sip and exhaling a sigh of bewilderment - just in case Vox was listening to this portion. “I’m hoping I’ll have time to do the things I actually wanna do for the region. Not just whatever’s most threatening at the time.” Heaving a dramatic sigh, Sunjata’s shoulders slump a touch as he thinks about it. “We’ve been doing well though, I think, for as baby of a region as we are.” If nothing else, the Flood is proud of what he’s created. And that was really what mattered as far as he was concerned.

you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end