we live in a world someone else imagined
It was with a touch of discomfort that Ronin heard Sunjata out, his blue eyes filled with a tempest he didn't quite know how to express. "I appreciate what you're trying to say," he muttered. "I do, truly. And I will do my best with the situation I'm in. But..." Sighing deeply, he raked a hand back through his dark hair. "I wanted a large family, once - with Vanya, Aoife's mother. But she died, and Remi and Aoife were all I really cared for."
And Sunjata knew what had happened after that. "I don't want to be a father any more, Jata. I don't want any of this. If I were brave enough I'd walk off the edge of these cliffs and Mort could have me." It was a sad thing to admit, but the depression settling deeply into his bones was not so easily shaken off. It would be there, just beneath the surface, for his foreseeable forever. "So for now, I'll just take each day as it throws itself at me."
And Sunjata knew what had happened after that. "I don't want to be a father any more, Jata. I don't want any of this. If I were brave enough I'd walk off the edge of these cliffs and Mort could have me." It was a sad thing to admit, but the depression settling deeply into his bones was not so easily shaken off. It would be there, just beneath the surface, for his foreseeable forever. "So for now, I'll just take each day as it throws itself at me."
the dark star
