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Up until Sunjata had made it to Caido, the only true monsters and demons he’d dealt with had been within people. And how hard he had strove to prevent himself from becoming one of them – at least in the context of Korofi. He wasn’t like Melita’s father, wasn’t willing to sell out someone to death over a grudge of all things. He wasn’t like his own father, willing to make an army of emotionless foot soldiers and child bearers of children.
He still ended up being a monster in certain contexts, in certain thoughts. But as Sunjata thinks back on it, he doesn’t regret any of it. He’d do it all again for the same results in a heartbeat. He may go about it a bit differently, wouldn’t have let them trust Graasvoel, wouldn’t have let them get close to the other man. But then, without the capture, without the evading, without any of it… Would it have still lead him here? To help be there for Melita in the end? For anyone else he’s helped somehow along the way?
Haai doesn’t seem bothered by the snarling, imagining it’s a warning and that he won’t act on it. But she’s still young, doesn’t quite understand, and keeps flopping from side to side, legs kicking out while she catches her breath and lets the two humans speak, ignoring them like Sunjata mostly does to her as well, still not used to the combination of her feelings with his own mind.
The mention of the blight has him frowning slightly though, sighing quietly. “Gods, I’m so glad that the blight is over.” A huff, running a hand through his hair before he pauses and looks over to her at her words. “Seems like you know exactly what you want to do.” He offers with a light smile. “You know, your father was the exact opposite. If he could stir shit, raise hell, he’d do it and care little about the consequences.” A shake of his head. “So that you must have gotten from your mother. The good part of you.” He can see it. That sweet healer, crossed with Korofi storms, creating a child that only wants to do the best thing she can, to protect and help out those far less fortunate.
He still ended up being a monster in certain contexts, in certain thoughts. But as Sunjata thinks back on it, he doesn’t regret any of it. He’d do it all again for the same results in a heartbeat. He may go about it a bit differently, wouldn’t have let them trust Graasvoel, wouldn’t have let them get close to the other man. But then, without the capture, without the evading, without any of it… Would it have still lead him here? To help be there for Melita in the end? For anyone else he’s helped somehow along the way?
Haai doesn’t seem bothered by the snarling, imagining it’s a warning and that he won’t act on it. But she’s still young, doesn’t quite understand, and keeps flopping from side to side, legs kicking out while she catches her breath and lets the two humans speak, ignoring them like Sunjata mostly does to her as well, still not used to the combination of her feelings with his own mind.
The mention of the blight has him frowning slightly though, sighing quietly. “Gods, I’m so glad that the blight is over.” A huff, running a hand through his hair before he pauses and looks over to her at her words. “Seems like you know exactly what you want to do.” He offers with a light smile. “You know, your father was the exact opposite. If he could stir shit, raise hell, he’d do it and care little about the consequences.” A shake of his head. “So that you must have gotten from your mother. The good part of you.” He can see it. That sweet healer, crossed with Korofi storms, creating a child that only wants to do the best thing she can, to protect and help out those far less fortunate.
you got your finger on the trigger
but your trigger finger's mine
SuNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
