Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
Despite the agonizing semblances of the world around them, Sunjata’s first statement, as they wounded along more corners, as he glanced back and forth, between light and shadow, a snort ensued, and the smallest of snickers earned its way along his mouth, folded into the darkness, likely unseen. “That sounds like Hotaru.” Her perilous need for dramatics, theatrics, and spectacles had won him over lifetimes ago; when he’d utilized her efforts for thief antics and information gathering, and later, when she reigned beside him. If he were in a vengeful mood, the Sword might’ve swung a more stabbing comment, a more lacerating venture, damning and condemning everyone else around him too. Serves you right and she wanted you to see what you would lose echoed in his mind, but he knew the dangers, the trials, and tribulations that came after on such mercurial, tempestuous comments.
Because he knew what it was like to fail over and over again too.
But in this – something the other man could’ve avoided, he shrugged, watching the ground as they roamed deeper and deeper into the warren’s nest. Another contortion to him nearly asked Sunjata if he simply had a need, a penchant, for continually causing incidents, scenes, or staged works (it sounded exhausting), only earning a shrug of his shoulders as they continued their maneuvering pace, his gaze settling on the companion too. “What do you expect?” A lighter tone, measured and calculated away from all the other evasive or insouciant responses conjured in his mind.
Because he knew what it was like to fail over and over again too.
But in this – something the other man could’ve avoided, he shrugged, watching the ground as they roamed deeper and deeper into the warren’s nest. Another contortion to him nearly asked Sunjata if he simply had a need, a penchant, for continually causing incidents, scenes, or staged works (it sounded exhausting), only earning a shrug of his shoulders as they continued their maneuvering pace, his gaze settling on the companion too. “What do you expect?” A lighter tone, measured and calculated away from all the other evasive or insouciant responses conjured in his mind.
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