it's casting shadows and lies

// the edge is getting closer, it's a long spiral down. it's so fun to fly 'til you hit the ground
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //

It takes everything within him to figure out what happened, to compartmentalize it in the only way he knows how, to realize he’s alive despite not feeling it, that the hands covered in blood unearth a long forgotten horror that only snuck up on him at the worst times. This is one of those times. Ronin’s apology goes unacknowledged, if only because Sunjata doesn’t know what to do. He stares at his hands and then the clothes that Ronin makes appear, and when he looks back to his hands, they’re clean. And he thinks more on it, the strangeness of it all, Ronin being here and Remi ripping out his throat, poisoning him over his chest—

“Why is it bright? It’s LongNight.” He asks, trying to grasp at some form of understanding. If he wasn’t dead, why wasn’t he home? Why wasn’t he still trying to write that letter to Melita to explain? Shadowed eyes lift to Ronin after he’s managed to sling the clothes on, taking a sharp breath that almost feels painful to do. “I want to go home, Ronin.” Where he can start to piece together everything that’s happened, where he can try to pick somewhere to start getting his mind back in order to process everything. If he could of course.

it's hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands

SUNJATA