Mateo
"I suppose not," Mateo agrees with a soft smile. "I do not imagine demigods get to keep very many secrets." Is this the first time he's considering that this might also apply to his parents? Perhaps. Go Sunjata, he supposes. (Though he doubts either of his fathers would thank the Flood for being responsible for their son's revelation).
Inhaling deeply and letting it go again, as if to let those heavy thoughts go at the same time, Mateo glances back at Sunjata and tilts his head. "With the war over, maybe you could be friends again," he suggests, with the naivete of one who hasn't been alive for all that long. Of course it seems that easy to Mateo.
It's only as his attention rolls back to their surroundings that the botanist realises that there's a thick fog beginning to envelop their feet, and he raises his eyebrows. "The Mistbanks isn't just figurative, huh?"
Inhaling deeply and letting it go again, as if to let those heavy thoughts go at the same time, Mateo glances back at Sunjata and tilts his head. "With the war over, maybe you could be friends again," he suggests, with the naivete of one who hasn't been alive for all that long. Of course it seems that easy to Mateo.
It's only as his attention rolls back to their surroundings that the botanist realises that there's a thick fog beginning to envelop their feet, and he raises his eyebrows. "The Mistbanks isn't just figurative, huh?"
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
