this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Mm, see, I'd take an ugly city that treats people like people any day of the week." Niki says, wagging a finger towards Sunjata. Luckily, by and large Caido seems to be both aesthetic and functional, though the necromancer would be the first to admit his limited travel experience until very recently. "At least with the House of Midnight, you can still enjoy the good parts but not have to be there properly," he considers, remembering the bookshelves and city skyline through a rain-peppered window that Sunjata had shown him before.
To hear that his preferences would have been punishable by death, though, doesn't raise the bar for Korofi in Niki's mind, but as the Heartless continues it's the necromancer's turn to scoff out a warmer laugh. "It's acceptable here an' I still don't even like talking about it, let alone acting on it. Best just give up now, mm?" On what he doesn't dare to say, shifting enough to roll onto his back and run the fingers of both hands through his hair before settling into the pillows.
To hear that his preferences would have been punishable by death, though, doesn't raise the bar for Korofi in Niki's mind, but as the Heartless continues it's the necromancer's turn to scoff out a warmer laugh. "It's acceptable here an' I still don't even like talking about it, let alone acting on it. Best just give up now, mm?" On what he doesn't dare to say, shifting enough to roll onto his back and run the fingers of both hands through his hair before settling into the pillows.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
