It's a feeling we always chase

SUNJATA

the flood

anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself

A swift nod is given to her as she offers the information of her accidental half-heartedness. Something he had learned quickly on within the rebellion. It was either one hundred percent, or nothing at all. And so he’d dove straight into it, swallowed up within the fray of it all and not looked back after that. Though… A part of him does wonder what kind of man he’d be like, had he never found the rebellion – had he followed in his father’s footsteps after all. But those musings usually ended in a sour bitterness to his tongue and a brief hint of shame.

So he focuses on her when she talks of Loren and Jigano, Amalia and Deimos, and his lip quirks quietly to a frown at the mention of Deimos. “I’m not sure about many, but Deimos has… A lot of experience.” He explains with a slight wave of his hand. “He was a soldier in a much different way than I was. He lead armies, I think. I just had my patrols.” A feathering of his lip before he shakes his head with a quiet sigh. “He did it for awhile as far as I could tell.” As for Loren? As far as Sunjata knew, the summoner had been a healer for quite some time as well.

Amalia? Well, she was a natural – started as an Accepted much like himself before devoting herself entirely to Safrin. And Jigano… Well, he certainly had been a seeker of stories and what not for a very long time as well. And the problem with Sunjata was that the things he typically had the most experience with were things he didn’t particularly like doing.

So when she questions what draws him to the Advocates, he rolls his shoulders a small amount. “I am… Quite greedy when it comes to things.” He admits a bit softer, a slight distant look to his eyes. “Usually I have to have a good reason to kill for profit… But I would.” He offers before shaking his head. “I have before, in Korofi. But for the Advocates when I arrived? I was what they called an Overseer.” His gaze lifts toward her back as she rummages.

“So I kept track of all the deals we had, encoded it, made sure nobody was on our trail. So I never quite got much into the thick of it all.” He says after a moment, standing and reaching to a cupboard above her that she likely couldn’t reach, grabbing a small bag of potatoes he’d stored up there before handing them to her.

and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell