NIKI
"I do not think I have ever been called lucky before," Niki says, quietly amused by the prospect. "In this, though, I will take it." He might be a crippled orphan living alone in the woods after the death of the undertaker who had raised him, but he's never had a bad cup of coffee. It's the little things, right?
Nodding gently to hear Sunjata's clarification - he knows of the other man's time under Safrin, mainly from rumour and reputation, and it's a dark enough tale that he wisely opts to leave it well enough alone. "That must have been a surprise," he remarks, well able to see the Heartless in his mind's eye, puzzled over the suddden appearance of flowers on damp skin.
He doesn't know why it surprises him to hear that Sunjata likes the floral patterns for their softness, but it has his own expression growing a little more thoughtful, his right hand grazing across his left forearm where the majority of the heavy scarring sits on the limb. Niki blinks, then, as if realising his sleeves are still rolled up, and he absently tugs them back down again as he nods to the other man.
"They suit you," he says, and it's unclear whether he's speaking of the scars or the flowers. "And if nothing else, the scars tell a story. You are still here at the end of them, after all."
Nodding gently to hear Sunjata's clarification - he knows of the other man's time under Safrin, mainly from rumour and reputation, and it's a dark enough tale that he wisely opts to leave it well enough alone. "That must have been a surprise," he remarks, well able to see the Heartless in his mind's eye, puzzled over the suddden appearance of flowers on damp skin.
He doesn't know why it surprises him to hear that Sunjata likes the floral patterns for their softness, but it has his own expression growing a little more thoughtful, his right hand grazing across his left forearm where the majority of the heavy scarring sits on the limb. Niki blinks, then, as if realising his sleeves are still rolled up, and he absently tugs them back down again as he nods to the other man.
"They suit you," he says, and it's unclear whether he's speaking of the scars or the flowers. "And if nothing else, the scars tell a story. You are still here at the end of them, after all."
my body's on the line now, I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
I can feel the light shine on my face
