this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"You are doing a fine job at deflection. Does that normally work for you?" Niki asks with a slow raise of his eyebrows, lifting his mug to his lips to take another long sip of his coffee. Sunjata's responses are an array of lipservice agreements and non-commital remarks, and however badly socialised Niki might be when it comes to going out and having fun, he's seen this sort of thing in spades during his apprenticeship.
"We do not have to talk of it any further," he decides, opting to retreat back towards safer ground. It isn't his intention to push Sunjata too far into uncomfortable territory, especially given that he's just come from a meeting with his ex-fiance and is quite literally without a heart, which probably makes things a good deal more difficult.
"Depending on how much longer it takes to pack everything, I am hoping to be in King's End well before Deepfrost," he continues, hoping to offer a lighter topic of conversation. "Though I have heard it is just as cold there as it is here during that season."
"We do not have to talk of it any further," he decides, opting to retreat back towards safer ground. It isn't his intention to push Sunjata too far into uncomfortable territory, especially given that he's just come from a meeting with his ex-fiance and is quite literally without a heart, which probably makes things a good deal more difficult.
"Depending on how much longer it takes to pack everything, I am hoping to be in King's End well before Deepfrost," he continues, hoping to offer a lighter topic of conversation. "Though I have heard it is just as cold there as it is here during that season."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
