under the veil of the dark age

better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low

They quip and bicker and all Sunjata can feel is the pressure in his neck, the heartbeat thundering around the wound as it tries to calm down, inflamed and swollen to no end. But she stays, there’s some sort of apology granted between the two of them, and Sunjata’s arm remains on Nate wherever he can reach – giving his own sort of apology. There weren’t hunters in the jungle as far as he was aware, at least nothing humanlike, too used to seeing the fishermen out to really think.

And when Nate speaks next, Sunjata swallows hard and focuses on the fact that it had happened so soon after he’d said he wouldn’t get into stupid and dangerous situations because of this. And here he is, here they all were. The sigh slips from his nose now, steel gaze sliding over toward Nate. “Sorry.” He offers quietly, gaze lifting to Vai then as much as he can. “And thanks, Vai” For the conversation, the transport home, the healing after she’d shot him in the fucking neck. He can't exactly get away with talking more, not with the sensation in his neck with the movement of his throat.

SUNJATA