SUNJATA
She comments that yes, she does try, which is a good enough answer for the man. He doesn’t feel the need to beat a dead horse with that — and if she truly wishes to not be like her father, that she’ll continue to strive to be her best rather than taking the easy route. It seems like it’s how she is in general, and so he has no true worries when it comes to it, even if Melita does. But he still tries to alleviate any worries she might have, breathing a small sigh of relief when she accepts his somewhat compliment.
He gives a small shrug to her next comment, reaching up with a hand to scratch at an itch found somewhere within the compass of his tattoo. He doesn’t know about Helovia, doesn’t know that there was another version of himself that lived within the same lands as she. Perhaps one day he might remember, but for now he has enough on his plate. “Well, if we’re being all honest now, I thought I killed him when I left Korofi.” He hums thoughtfully. Because Gaal had a hand in being the snitch, in being the one that had told his father where him and Lusea had been, before squirreling himself into the marriage arrangement with his sister. Salt in the wound? Perhaps.
Still sucked though.
But when she asks what happened to his home, he regards her quietly for a moment. “It’s still there I think. I left Korofi for Dorobo after everything happened. And one day I woke up, went into the kitchen of the place I was staying at, and was suddenly here in the labyrinth.” There’s a small frown that finds his face, but he shrugs despite it. He hopes his world is still there, but he hopes the rebels had killed his father. In fact, he prays to every god he can hear that the man is dead.
He gives a small shrug to her next comment, reaching up with a hand to scratch at an itch found somewhere within the compass of his tattoo. He doesn’t know about Helovia, doesn’t know that there was another version of himself that lived within the same lands as she. Perhaps one day he might remember, but for now he has enough on his plate. “Well, if we’re being all honest now, I thought I killed him when I left Korofi.” He hums thoughtfully. Because Gaal had a hand in being the snitch, in being the one that had told his father where him and Lusea had been, before squirreling himself into the marriage arrangement with his sister. Salt in the wound? Perhaps.
Still sucked though.
But when she asks what happened to his home, he regards her quietly for a moment. “It’s still there I think. I left Korofi for Dorobo after everything happened. And one day I woke up, went into the kitchen of the place I was staying at, and was suddenly here in the labyrinth.” There’s a small frown that finds his face, but he shrugs despite it. He hopes his world is still there, but he hopes the rebels had killed his father. In fact, he prays to every god he can hear that the man is dead.
the deeper you dig, the darker it gets
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.
