How the Turntables

my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?

The question is answered, and Sunjata’s focusing on the next one that pops up. His attention remains on Sam when he asks if he’s stopping stealing and smuggling, and well… One of them, yes, the other isn’t his problem (he might’ve made a deal with them) but it’s better to keep the face of it up, isn’t it? The secret where it lies? “Yep.” He agrees with the summary Sam has offered, before racking on a bit of his own. “Assault, as well.” It seemed almost self explanatory, but he waits to see if there’s any other questions.

And really? It kind of surprises him. If he were doing his job right, then Remi wouldn’t get hurt, right? That’s beside the point, because the question is turned on him now and Sunjata takes a quiet inhale that turns into a puff of an exhale. “I do. I have already actually.” A huff of a laugh slips from his throat, lifts his shirt a small amount to reveal the wound, stitched up by Nate, a bit red and irritated but only because of the typical day to day movements. “Stabbed right in the gut.” He offers with a small hum of a laugh, lowering his shirt and keeping his other hand in Haai’s scruff still.

we die alone, we'll all die young

what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?

SUNJATA