SUNJATA
Regardless of how much water Loren could make, it wouldn’t be enough. “An ocean is essentially endless. Water that spans as far as the eye can see and beyond, so incredibly deep that you reach a point where you can’t see and it feels like the water is crushing you.” His eyes narrow. “So if you think you can create that, you can sure try.” But he can’t, he could never replicate it. He never wanted to try.
But the water falls from his hands and the question reaches him, he shakes his head to that. “I don’t know what she wants. But I do know that if she wants to explore what the rest of Caido has to offer that the Grounds or Northhaven didn’t have, then she should be able to regardless of what life she’s created here.” He says, gaze narrowing once again as Loren continues on and on, a harsh laugh that only adds to his temper.
He wants to snap initially and say that yes, he is complaining, because he doesn’t want it, but then Loren continues on as though it’s some sort of competition – and that’s when Sunjata can’t find it in him to continue this back and forth. He’s done, he’s over it. Rubbing his left hand along the side of his face, he lets the hand linger along his neck where one of his compass tattoos resides. “I’m sorry you dealt with that Loren.” He says in an exhausted sigh, meaning every word of it – having heard of what happened to Ronin and Remi, the Temple, all of it. “But there comes a point where doing the right thing becomes blurry. I hope you still know where your judgement lies.” Because he doesn’t know where his remains, where it dwells.
And it was what he’d been born for, bred for. Judgement, justice, enforcing said things. He finally lifts his head to look at Loren, horns remaining despite the exhaustion that lingers in his eyes. “You should go.”
But the water falls from his hands and the question reaches him, he shakes his head to that. “I don’t know what she wants. But I do know that if she wants to explore what the rest of Caido has to offer that the Grounds or Northhaven didn’t have, then she should be able to regardless of what life she’s created here.” He says, gaze narrowing once again as Loren continues on and on, a harsh laugh that only adds to his temper.
He wants to snap initially and say that yes, he is complaining, because he doesn’t want it, but then Loren continues on as though it’s some sort of competition – and that’s when Sunjata can’t find it in him to continue this back and forth. He’s done, he’s over it. Rubbing his left hand along the side of his face, he lets the hand linger along his neck where one of his compass tattoos resides. “I’m sorry you dealt with that Loren.” He says in an exhausted sigh, meaning every word of it – having heard of what happened to Ronin and Remi, the Temple, all of it. “But there comes a point where doing the right thing becomes blurry. I hope you still know where your judgement lies.” Because he doesn’t know where his remains, where it dwells.
And it was what he’d been born for, bred for. Judgement, justice, enforcing said things. He finally lifts his head to look at Loren, horns remaining despite the exhaustion that lingers in his eyes. “You should go.”
i'll never be that me again
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.
