this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Oh, I see," Niki says as Sunjata gestures to the lanterns on the branch above, the necromancer taking a couple of steps back so he can properly admire them. "They are lovely," he says, opting not to pry into who they might be for, not more than the Heartless has already revealed. Besides, if Sunjata is lucky, perhaps he might be spending a little more time with the owners of any one of these lanterns when the time comes.
"Me?" he echoes, before gently shaking his head. "No," he says, "I confess I never bring any. For a necromancer, I do not feel a need to see any of those I know who have passed on." And the less said about it the better for him, too.
Ah, but then the lanterns go out, one by one, and as Jata's join the plethora of offerings left unlit, Niki's smile turns apologetic. "That is the thing, is it not?" he says warmly. "There will be a next time. Would you like a hand with those?" He gestures to the lanterns the other man is taking down.
"Me?" he echoes, before gently shaking his head. "No," he says, "I confess I never bring any. For a necromancer, I do not feel a need to see any of those I know who have passed on." And the less said about it the better for him, too.
Ah, but then the lanterns go out, one by one, and as Jata's join the plethora of offerings left unlit, Niki's smile turns apologetic. "That is the thing, is it not?" he says warmly. "There will be a next time. Would you like a hand with those?" He gestures to the lanterns the other man is taking down.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
