SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
“I imagine she’d barter with Vi.” He replies quickly, though he has no confirmation on it. Nothing aside from Safrin’s claim that had Nate done what she’d asked of him, that she would use that as proof to the big gods that they should work to fix the Ascended to rely less on the Voice, if at all. But he can’t get those thoughts out, doesn’t even want to acknowledge them as Deimos barrages him. It sends his head spiraling, throbbing enough that Sunjata needed space from the General.
The glass is raised in a mock toast and Sunjata feels his scarred face shifting into something akin to a sneer as he regards Deimos. Sunjata snaps, lashes out at the Sword – perhaps due to some part of him that wished that someone understood why he was the way he was, why something like this could happen, why it did happen – when he realizes that the only one that did was Nate. And Nate had left too.
As soon as Deimos pulls those tendrils away, Sunjata sags against the counter, keeping his narrowed gaze on Deimos as if he expected the General to simply disappear and reappear before him. “And if she doesn’t want your help? Have you picked a side? Will it be you she sees opposite from her on the battlefield?” He lashes out again, teeth clicking as he snaps his jaw shut. “Will you be the one that has to kill her?” He stops himself before he utters Rexanna’s name, knowing better than that, but from Sunjata’s side of the bond an unbridled mix of rage and despair crosses and mixes together.
Deimos could remain as cool and calm as he wanted, but Sunjata didn’t have to. There wasn’t a reason he needed to right now. “No. It doesn’t fucking make it better. Where did I say that it did?” He manages to push himself off the counter to straighten up a bit. “Where did I say I wasn’t blaming myself for all of this shit? I know I fucked up. I have apologized with no expectations of forgiveness from either of them. So what exactly is the point of you being here aside from reminding me how horrible of a person I am?”
The glass is raised in a mock toast and Sunjata feels his scarred face shifting into something akin to a sneer as he regards Deimos. Sunjata snaps, lashes out at the Sword – perhaps due to some part of him that wished that someone understood why he was the way he was, why something like this could happen, why it did happen – when he realizes that the only one that did was Nate. And Nate had left too.
As soon as Deimos pulls those tendrils away, Sunjata sags against the counter, keeping his narrowed gaze on Deimos as if he expected the General to simply disappear and reappear before him. “And if she doesn’t want your help? Have you picked a side? Will it be you she sees opposite from her on the battlefield?” He lashes out again, teeth clicking as he snaps his jaw shut. “Will you be the one that has to kill her?” He stops himself before he utters Rexanna’s name, knowing better than that, but from Sunjata’s side of the bond an unbridled mix of rage and despair crosses and mixes together.
Deimos could remain as cool and calm as he wanted, but Sunjata didn’t have to. There wasn’t a reason he needed to right now. “No. It doesn’t fucking make it better. Where did I say that it did?” He manages to push himself off the counter to straighten up a bit. “Where did I say I wasn’t blaming myself for all of this shit? I know I fucked up. I have apologized with no expectations of forgiveness from either of them. So what exactly is the point of you being here aside from reminding me how horrible of a person I am?”
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
