this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Niki nods gently in response to Sunjata's comment; the acceptance of it is better than any platitude he might not believe, and though the other man might hate it, the necromancer is more than comfortable in the silence that stretches between them. His hand lowers from his chest at last, fingers lacing together around the knee drawn up towards him. "...Shot? Like with an arrow?" he asks automatically, wincing no matter how Sunjata opts to clarify.
"Is that what your nightmare was about?" He assumes so, based on the bloody manor that had appeared or the way the Heartless had checked his leg to make sure he was alright.
He both does and doesn't expect Sunjata to understand his last point, quietly surprised at the conviction and vitriol in his agreement. "And sometimes," he adds, "it even feels good. To do what you're 'supposed' to. Because it can't get worse if you're following the rules." Niki scoffs suddenly, rubbing his eyes. "Gods, that's fucked up."
"Is that what your nightmare was about?" He assumes so, based on the bloody manor that had appeared or the way the Heartless had checked his leg to make sure he was alright.
He both does and doesn't expect Sunjata to understand his last point, quietly surprised at the conviction and vitriol in his agreement. "And sometimes," he adds, "it even feels good. To do what you're 'supposed' to. Because it can't get worse if you're following the rules." Niki scoffs suddenly, rubbing his eyes. "Gods, that's fucked up."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
