right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
As Safrin’s nose crinkles in disgust, Sunjata’s brows pinch together as he tries to imagine it – only used to Safrin’s glow and the brief static of the Voice. Fading, was not something Sunjata particularly felt he was fond of. But he’s attentive as she lists out the plans, nodding at the mention of the wicker woman (recalling a story or two from Safrin’s Dark Star of such things) before making note of the Climb and a broken mirror and a shallow grave, all of things which just add to the fact he’s quite content being there with Safrin and not the herald of death.
Sunjata’s done his best to try and avoid it for the longest time anyway. “Thank you.” He murmurs softly – for the help and for the advice. But there are still things on his mind, things that weigh heavily that he knows she might not like to hear.
But if he’s to try and gain his mental health with the war coming he doesn’t think that keeping himself overextended constantly would be helpful in preparations. So he’s silent for a moment, watching his goddess, before he’s taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “If I… Were to step down as Governor,” he pauses hoping that she knows that Nate would step down too, that he wouldn’t remain in the stead if Sunjata weren’t, “to prepare and… Work on myself more, would you be opposed to it?” He pauses to work his jaw. “I would want to name someone in my place that follows you, of course.” In regards to their earlier conversation, of what he really wanted? It burns like starlight on his mind. “I just think that I need time.” Time to come to terms with everything he has now and how those wouldn’t remain within reach for much longer.
Sunjata’s done his best to try and avoid it for the longest time anyway. “Thank you.” He murmurs softly – for the help and for the advice. But there are still things on his mind, things that weigh heavily that he knows she might not like to hear.
But if he’s to try and gain his mental health with the war coming he doesn’t think that keeping himself overextended constantly would be helpful in preparations. So he’s silent for a moment, watching his goddess, before he’s taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “If I… Were to step down as Governor,” he pauses hoping that she knows that Nate would step down too, that he wouldn’t remain in the stead if Sunjata weren’t, “to prepare and… Work on myself more, would you be opposed to it?” He pauses to work his jaw. “I would want to name someone in my place that follows you, of course.” In regards to their earlier conversation, of what he really wanted? It burns like starlight on his mind. “I just think that I need time.” Time to come to terms with everything he has now and how those wouldn’t remain within reach for much longer.
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
SUNJATA
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.
