we owe this to ourselves

SUNJATA

i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent

The blush is amusing, if he’s being completely honest — recalling how he’d once been young and naive, back in Korofi. But that was a long time ago, and Sunjata’s had quite a bit of time to let the notion grow less embarrassing and awkward to talk about.

Her surprise at his announcement has him rolling a shoulder yet again, though, flashing her a roguish smile. “I’m one of their demigods.” He offers the explanation with surprising ease, as if to drown out the questions about how he might be so brazen to ask a demigod why a shrine was placed where it was.

Besides, it isn’t like he was still with Safrin, he could likely get away with asking those questions.

“Oh, it is. I do recommend it.” The jump from the Leap of Faith. He recalls taking it as his dragon shift once, only at that time he hadn’t taken the time to appreciate his surroundings. “And yes, you’d see it at the very bottom.” He offers, flashing her another crooked smile.

so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for