this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Yeah, me too," Niki says quietly. He doesn't say it's okay because it isn't; not that first time, not the last, and not all the times in between. Swallowing hard, he glances sidelong at Sunjata as he starts to shift and move closer, feeling a cousin of his usual awkwardness try to churn up in his stomach. "I wish you hadn't seen them," he admits of his scars, slowly dropping his hand away from his chest. "I didn't realise I'd pulled my shirt off."
Glancing back at the other man as he continues, at least Sunjata's memories also serve as a decent distraction for Niki, the necromancer wrinkling his nose at the unfortunate parallels between them. "Like the trial, and the test you told me about?" he assumes; the Heartless had never said as much, but Niki assumes those are things he very much had to survive.
"Isn't it funny how you still act the way you were taught, even though you know it's wrong?" he says suddenly. "I do, anyway."
Glancing back at the other man as he continues, at least Sunjata's memories also serve as a decent distraction for Niki, the necromancer wrinkling his nose at the unfortunate parallels between them. "Like the trial, and the test you told me about?" he assumes; the Heartless had never said as much, but Niki assumes those are things he very much had to survive.
"Isn't it funny how you still act the way you were taught, even though you know it's wrong?" he says suddenly. "I do, anyway."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
