Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone

The answer was lacking in so many ways, Jigano's frown deepening once more as Sunjata met his eyes. "You don't think it's strange?" he said softly. "This contest between Outlanders - not a single Natural of Torchline even considered for the post?" He shook his head, forcing the calm to remain as he hid his desire to strangle the Flood behind decades of discipline and control. "Why bother running if you didn't care? What would you have done if you had won it?" Handed it right back over to Remi anyways? Gods least fortunate it made the whole thing looked rigged and Jigano fought back a growl of frustration.

He was hardly free from his own mistakes, but damn, Sunjata made it hard to remember the strides he'd made. Forcing slow breaths he bent down to pick up a stone, tossing it thoughtfully in his hand one, two, three times before he drew back his arm and let it fly out past the edge of the headland and arc down to the ocean beyond.

Adam. Maea. Now this farce. What was the world coming to? Exploding volcanoes and lands of ever-winter, wars of gods and far too many monsters walking abroad... The Fae and the Merfolk had the right idea, sometimes. Hunker down and wait it out and hope the humans killed themselves off before they broke the world again.

Even if he was a human, too, now. Damn the Voice anyways, whlie he was at it.