my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?
“Not exactly.” Comes his swift reply, a rise and fall of a shoulder. “Works with the Ark as far as I know.” And really that’s all he knew about Zeph, aside from the few brief times he’d met the man. But he hopes that’s a satisfying enough answer as the subject shifts and Sunjata’s apologizing, though for gods knew what.
And it causes a soft chuckle to leave him at it as he shrugs to that as well. Because both of them had been in the wrong, really. “I was married at the time.” He offers to Sam. Take it as he would — but the both of them knew what they were doing. The both of them weren’t good over the other.
But the next question does catch him a bit off guard, causing an easy smirk to cross Sunjata’s face as part of his mask. “I do.” He agrees easily and swiftly before eyeing Sam with that same rogue smirk. “He gave me a job, after all.” A position on said council — the Arbiter — and a home close enough to scratch each other’s backs with.
And it causes a soft chuckle to leave him at it as he shrugs to that as well. Because both of them had been in the wrong, really. “I was married at the time.” He offers to Sam. Take it as he would — but the both of them knew what they were doing. The both of them weren’t good over the other.
But the next question does catch him a bit off guard, causing an easy smirk to cross Sunjata’s face as part of his mask. “I do.” He agrees easily and swiftly before eyeing Sam with that same rogue smirk. “He gave me a job, after all.” A position on said council — the Arbiter — and a home close enough to scratch each other’s backs with.
we die alone, we'll all die young
what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?
SUNJATA
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.
