this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"And so you should," Niki says of looking forward to it; his inebriation means he's already dropped the conversational thread again more or less, concentrating on the water suddenly in his martini glass. Inclining his head gratefully and not bothering to hide his fascination with the magic Sunjata uses so casually, he sips at the water to solidify their toast and then sets the glass back down again, automatically following suit to reach for a slice of pizza this time.
"Very good," he says of the enenra, before nodding towards the Heartless's horns - or more specifically, the scuffs he can see along them. "You ever fought one?" he asks, meaning the banshee cousins. "Things must be pretty spooky at Longnight with them about." Rather than sounding nervous about this, though, Niki seems quietly delighted as he slouches back to enjoy his pizza.
"Very good," he says of the enenra, before nodding towards the Heartless's horns - or more specifically, the scuffs he can see along them. "You ever fought one?" he asks, meaning the banshee cousins. "Things must be pretty spooky at Longnight with them about." Rather than sounding nervous about this, though, Niki seems quietly delighted as he slouches back to enjoy his pizza.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
