nobody knows you now [open]

SUNJATA

when I go into that ground

i won't go quietly, i'm bringing my crown

He asks how the technology was better, and Sunjata actually has to spend a moment to think about it, what parts would make sense and which ones wouldn’t. So he opts for the easiest ones, a nostalgically glazed look crossing his face while he does. “More advanced weapons, like guns for instance.” He hums, wondering if Loren knows what those are, shooting a glance to the man beside him in curiosity. “Better healing and medical needs.” He pauses, thinking back to Phoebe who had lost her mind when he told her the oldest leader they had, had lived to be eighty something.

But they’re talking of Lusea now, and his expression softens in a way that’s between love and predatory, a smirk lingering on his lips. “About as well as a resurrected woman can, I suppose.” He says with a light chuckle. “Bit my head off for spending time with Phoebe, but it is what it is.” Shrugging his shoulders, he figures it doesn’t matter much in the long run. He had what he wanted, and that is what matters in the end.

Ezra appears, and Sunjata soothes the effeminate man with his words before Loren apologizes, and he glances sideways to the librarian as Ezra moves on, a smirk crossing his lips. “Don’t stress on it, I thought he’d disappeared.” He pauses as he takes a sip of his drink and leans a bit closer toward the man. “But hey, if he ever does, I would be interested.” He winks before chuckling and leaning back after topping off the spider’s treat.

and when I go into the ground

they gotta bury me, bury me face down