under the veil of the dark age

SUNJATA

the flood

i lost all the air in my lungs to the screamin'
i lost all the love in my heart to the demons

It is a bit of a walk, and if Sunjata could move or think clearly he might have opted for walking back. But he’s still dizzy as fuck and can’t quite think straight for most things as it stands. Vai helps cut the shirt, and he hisses against the movement he’s done but eventually the shirt is off, the fabric tightened and he can focus a bit more on the why and what happened over the overall sparking pain in the side of his neck.

“Yes.” He replies to Vai, still cut short as she ties the fabric around his neck. If he was more coherent he’d ask how she knew Remi, but he’s not, and the conversation shifts yet again to something he should have thought of but… Again, blood loss.

Gods and right after that conversation with Nate about exactly this. Fuck. He doesn’t answer her question with words, instead he lets his swimming steel gaze find hers again before he’s shifting into a smallish fuzzy black bat, wings draped over the grasses as he focuses on trying not to pass out from that extension of use of power.

i lost all the things that i used to believe in
i lost everything for no goddamn reason