this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Mumbling his thanks, if Niki wasn't already very much horizontal and almost definitely unable to sit up, he might have reached for the glass of water now. Alas, it will have to wait until later. The bed shifts only slightly as Sunjata sinks onto it and gets comfortable, the necromancer having opted to rest the back of his hand over his face; the light is enough for him to see through his fingers so the world stays put, but it's also strangely grounding.
"Mm, I can understand that. I'm not often in a room full of a lot of people, but I'd prob'ly feel the same if I was." Granted, it has become a lot more common in recent seasons thanks to his friendship with Flora, but it isn't as if he owns, say, the House of Midnight. "Never figured you to be someone who got lonely, though," he adds, though if he really thinks about it, it probably makes a lot of sense.
"Mm, I can understand that. I'm not often in a room full of a lot of people, but I'd prob'ly feel the same if I was." Granted, it has become a lot more common in recent seasons thanks to his friendship with Flora, but it isn't as if he owns, say, the House of Midnight. "Never figured you to be someone who got lonely, though," he adds, though if he really thinks about it, it probably makes a lot of sense.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
