In time you'll find, I've got baggage too

SUNJATA

the flood

but is this what you want? what you wanted?
do you need love? am i enough for you?

He listens to her musings, of how it’s silly to drag out pain when it could be over sooner — but she’s right, in the end. Some lessons had to be learned. Hard. He inhales deeply, breath hitching as his muscles expand against a wound and the throbbing begins anew. “It feels like home. And as much as home was shitty… I miss it sometimes.” An honest answer, that there were parts of it that he missed immensely — a family broad and wide that he’d incorporated himself into, who had his back when things went south.

Because they always did for him. He was a walking bad luck charm, it seemed like.

A small smile sparks against the pain he feels when she comments on it. “I was over confident too.” He rumbles quietly, shifting in the bed a small amount as his hip starts to fall asleep. He hisses against it before he manages to turn somewhat onto his side and look at her. “You can’t save everyone.” Nobody could. Not even the gods could. “But you can train to get better and make a difference.”

in time you'll find i've got my baggage too