I must confess

SuNjATA

the flood

Korbin begins to speak and Sunjata remains silent, nodding along in understanding in a sense, though not entirely. He certainly couldn’t in its full – because a majority of the deaths that surrounded him had all been his fault his way or another, at least implied if not directly caused. And so he simply gnaws on the inside of his cheek, listening until Korbin mirrors his position, and Sunjata’s head finally turns toward the younger attuned.

“Even if you were to blame for it, it still doesn’t help.” Sunjata shrugs to that. In fact, it made the feeling so much worse – knowing what you could’ve done to prevent it. But he understands, and lets Korbin figure it out on his own, because Sunjata certainly couldn’t offer more into it in a way that made sense. So he keeps his lips sealed, watching the water once more as he contemplates where to start.

“Dealing with it, I think.” He shrugs to that. “Nothing that’ll change it now. Don’t really want to forget it.” He takes another deep inhale of breath. “And you just replace the sad memories with good ones, so it doesn’t hurt quite as bad.” He shrugs to that, a small half smile offered to Korbin with that, a tilt of his head.

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