Safrin lets Sunjata sit with his reaction to her proposal. He is a different man than Ronin, and so the goddess approaches the subject in an entirely different way. "A life forged out of love." She supplies instead; did it matter that the love was perhaps not between she and Sunjata? No. For Safrin, it didn't. Though she was certain it wouldn't be Nate on the Flood's mind during the child's conception, certainly that the ascended was the motivation behind it was of no concern to her.
She offers him a coy smile as he says potential, as if she, child of starlight and life, might be anything but fertile when she so chose. "And I shall save Nate." Safrin agrees.
Not unlike her time with Ronin, with the deal made, the world swallows the pair of them up such that only they existed now. The cliffs might have been near or far—a thousand miles beneath them or right under their feet—it hardly mattered. The stars, hidden and lacklustre before now shimmered around them with the pulse of the Flood's heartbeat. Later, perhaps if they speak of it, Ronin will recognize the mind-fog that blots away thoughts of others: Shaju, Hotaru, and even Nate. They're gone and far away abstract things; ghosts in the rain, too faint to be anything more than a blur.
'Sunjata?' She is light, and power, and hope, all wrapped up in unknowable strings that perfectly tied everything together. Creator of galaxies and comets, destroyer and creator both. "Kiss me."
She offers him a coy smile as he says potential, as if she, child of starlight and life, might be anything but fertile when she so chose. "And I shall save Nate." Safrin agrees.
Not unlike her time with Ronin, with the deal made, the world swallows the pair of them up such that only they existed now. The cliffs might have been near or far—a thousand miles beneath them or right under their feet—it hardly mattered. The stars, hidden and lacklustre before now shimmered around them with the pulse of the Flood's heartbeat. Later, perhaps if they speak of it, Ronin will recognize the mind-fog that blots away thoughts of others: Shaju, Hotaru, and even Nate. They're gone and far away abstract things; ghosts in the rain, too faint to be anything more than a blur.
'Sunjata?' She is light, and power, and hope, all wrapped up in unknowable strings that perfectly tied everything together. Creator of galaxies and comets, destroyer and creator both. "Kiss me."
SAFRIN
