SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
Sure, Korbin could talk all he wanted about how much he trusted his sister – but he didn’t trust the way she went about it. He could claim it along the rooftops of Snowcloak for all that Sunjata cared, but that didn’t mean the flood believed him any. So instead, his gaze remains on the other man, a snort leaving him when he tells him he’s not thrilled. “I don’t expect you to be thrilled. Most people aren’t toward Outlanders.” He says casually, despite the fact the majority of Natural’s he’d met had been fine with him. One of them even in love with, but he doesn’t dare mention it.
The comment of being a regular good Samaritan has him chuckling quietly as he also returns to the boxes, pulling out more bottles and setting them aside to be put up atop the bar. “I never claimed to be good.” He offers, knowing it won’t help ease any of Korbin’s mistrust. Frankly, he doesn’t care. All he needs is Weaver to trust him – she’s the one in the Guild after all. He only cares what she thinks, in the end.
“I’ve made plenty of mistakes and lived to learn from them all. Doesn’t mean I need to tell you about them just so you find some trust in me.” He picks up the bottles and places them on the shelves before grabbing that empty crate and setting it with the others. “But if you want to paint me as some bad guy here to ruin your life, go for it. I really don’t care.” And he doesn’t care. How old was this kid, even? Why would he care what he thought?
The comment of being a regular good Samaritan has him chuckling quietly as he also returns to the boxes, pulling out more bottles and setting them aside to be put up atop the bar. “I never claimed to be good.” He offers, knowing it won’t help ease any of Korbin’s mistrust. Frankly, he doesn’t care. All he needs is Weaver to trust him – she’s the one in the Guild after all. He only cares what she thinks, in the end.
“I’ve made plenty of mistakes and lived to learn from them all. Doesn’t mean I need to tell you about them just so you find some trust in me.” He picks up the bottles and places them on the shelves before grabbing that empty crate and setting it with the others. “But if you want to paint me as some bad guy here to ruin your life, go for it. I really don’t care.” And he doesn’t care. How old was this kid, even? Why would he care what he thought?
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
