this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Oh?" Niki responds, curious. "Were your orphanages not for children who'd lost their parents?" He's very likely missing the point through a mix of alcohol and miscommunication, but the question makes it through his lips before he can consider stopping it. Smiling a touch to hear that Sunjata is feeling less fraught after his nightmare, though, as the other man continues to get comfortable Niki does the same automatically, laying down fully in bed and angling himself towards the other man a little to keep talking.
It's been years since he's thought properly of the orphanage, honestly, Niki frowning as he casts his mind back. "A couple of kids," he admits. "I lost touch with one when he got taken on to work on skyships. The other, she ended up in the Undercroft as an archivist. We lost touch a few years ago after I..." He scrunches his nose, the memory sudden and unwelcome. "I couldn't give her what she wanted, put it that way," he makes himself say, the words tapering off on a tired sigh.
It's been years since he's thought properly of the orphanage, honestly, Niki frowning as he casts his mind back. "A couple of kids," he admits. "I lost touch with one when he got taken on to work on skyships. The other, she ended up in the Undercroft as an archivist. We lost touch a few years ago after I..." He scrunches his nose, the memory sudden and unwelcome. "I couldn't give her what she wanted, put it that way," he makes himself say, the words tapering off on a tired sigh.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
