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
A small nod is granted to the subject of Weaver, finding it not entirely wrong but still rather amusing given everything the fiery woman had been a part of as of late. But he has nothing to comment about, not until Korbin’s next words are quite pointed, sharp, mimicking in a sense that Sunjata can do nothing but offer a laugh at first in response.
“Mm, yes, well. Haven’t experienced Deepfrost in Halo. Don’t plan on it, either.” A small snort slips from him before he shakes his head. “But here? Here you at least appreciate your people. Don’t toss them into pits to fight for the death and praise the last man standing.” He tilts his head toward Korbin a bit, the smile of amusement turning almost sour. “So I’ll complain about the weather all I want. At least that’s unavoidable.” Unlike people choosing to toss their children into a death match.
“Mm, yes, well. Haven’t experienced Deepfrost in Halo. Don’t plan on it, either.” A small snort slips from him before he shakes his head. “But here? Here you at least appreciate your people. Don’t toss them into pits to fight for the death and praise the last man standing.” He tilts his head toward Korbin a bit, the smile of amusement turning almost sour. “So I’ll complain about the weather all I want. At least that’s unavoidable.” Unlike people choosing to toss their children into a death match.
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.
