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A humorless laugh is given to Loren as well, a quiet agreement that life growing up was shitty and both being weak and yet surviving above all else. And Sunjata had found out that he truly was good at some things, whether or not people believed it to be true. He’d always have that to fall back on. But he pauses a moment with Loren’s question, steel gaze flickering to meet the other man’s as he looks back at him. “It does… But you forget, and then one day something happens that feels so fucking close to home that you revert.” His lip feathers in something akin to a sneer. “Royal marriages in Korofi were arranged in order to produce the strongest offspring. I was supposed to be like my father and yet.. I had too much empathy of my mother. I cared too much. Still do, but sometimes I slip and act like the person I hate the most.” A quiet confession, reaching up to brush his wet hair away from his face, feeling it dry beneath his fingers.
He listens to Loren, however, a bit more intently when he reveals what they had to do. And all Sunjata can do is pulse that understanding deep within, tossed into cells – and somehow, accidentally, Sunjata sends a feeling of understanding of that too. Because that was where he spent his time when Lusea and him had been captured.
And while he hadn’t spent every night there, it had been a few long weeks listening to them torture Lusea before they had an audience with his father.
The cold fury that spills over is met with Sunjata’s own stormy waves of emotions. He’s not sure if it’s better to have to become a killer to win, or to be tormented by those who did. All he knows is that he was destroyed that day when he’d realized what he’d done – when he’d come to the realization that he’d killed a dozen boys of his age, some of them he’d trained with, grew up with.
Though they were never friends.
“I assume they weren’t punished for it?” A quiet question – because if they were trying to make them stronger by torturing them, then likely the tormenters were praised. And how shitty of a thing that was. "To be honest... Yeah you likely weren't what they were hoping for, that picture perfect version of what they needed. But that doesn't mean you were useless or deserved to be treated like that." His gaze flickers back to Loren, offering another rock by his head, a bit flatter to the other man to try and skip the rock again. "There's a saying that the resistance had that took me some time to understand, but... If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live it's whole life believing it's stupid." A raise of his brow as he regards the summoner, seeing if he understands what he's trying to get at.
He listens to Loren, however, a bit more intently when he reveals what they had to do. And all Sunjata can do is pulse that understanding deep within, tossed into cells – and somehow, accidentally, Sunjata sends a feeling of understanding of that too. Because that was where he spent his time when Lusea and him had been captured.
And while he hadn’t spent every night there, it had been a few long weeks listening to them torture Lusea before they had an audience with his father.
The cold fury that spills over is met with Sunjata’s own stormy waves of emotions. He’s not sure if it’s better to have to become a killer to win, or to be tormented by those who did. All he knows is that he was destroyed that day when he’d realized what he’d done – when he’d come to the realization that he’d killed a dozen boys of his age, some of them he’d trained with, grew up with.
Though they were never friends.
“I assume they weren’t punished for it?” A quiet question – because if they were trying to make them stronger by torturing them, then likely the tormenters were praised. And how shitty of a thing that was. "To be honest... Yeah you likely weren't what they were hoping for, that picture perfect version of what they needed. But that doesn't mean you were useless or deserved to be treated like that." His gaze flickers back to Loren, offering another rock by his head, a bit flatter to the other man to try and skip the rock again. "There's a saying that the resistance had that took me some time to understand, but... If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live it's whole life believing it's stupid." A raise of his brow as he regards the summoner, seeing if he understands what he's trying to get at.
'cause i learned all my lessons that way
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.
