NIKI
Niki has managed to wash out the mugs before Sunjata ghosts into the doorway, more silent than the dead he used to care for in this very house, and the necromancer jumps a bit as he speaks. The mug he's holding slips from his fingers, and it's instinct alone that has magic catching it - not the cold chill of reanimation this time, but something a little more familiar to other Abandoned skills. The telekinesis is still wobbly at best, but it does rescue the ceramic back into Niki's hands.
"It is alright," he says quietly, turning to glance over at the other man as if the distance between them might help him keep his nerve. "I am just not used to talking about myself in that way. To anyone." Not even to his own reflection. "And you are... you just lost a relationship that was important to you." That's a convenient excuse, yes, but it's nevertheless true.
"Maybe that would be for the best, yes," he decides, offering a quick and apologetic smile in response. "It was good to see you though."
"It is alright," he says quietly, turning to glance over at the other man as if the distance between them might help him keep his nerve. "I am just not used to talking about myself in that way. To anyone." Not even to his own reflection. "And you are... you just lost a relationship that was important to you." That's a convenient excuse, yes, but it's nevertheless true.
"Maybe that would be for the best, yes," he decides, offering a quick and apologetic smile in response. "It was good to see you though."
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
