right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
He hums his agreement – wondering what kind of things would be possible for someone close to the goddess in the sky – even if she weren’t as close to her as he was. But he doesn’t air the thoughts, doesn’t let them form on his tongue even. Because then she’s talking about sending Nate a letter and Sunjata watches her carefully for a long moment, sucking on his teeth as he considers it. “Either or. If you prefer I speak to him I can do that.” He offers quietly, shrugging a shoulder in response.
He knows they don’t get along. It’s up to her whether she wants to still refrain from seeing him or if she wished to send the letter herself.
The rest of his ideas, though, are tacked onto her own and he nods. “It certainly can’t hurt.” The more people that knew basic first aid, the better, right? Right. So where was the harm in learning when each room would be stocked with the tools necessary for it? Specifically so they could use it if it were to ever happen? “It’ll help not just for the war but for after, too, I’m sure.”
He knows they don’t get along. It’s up to her whether she wants to still refrain from seeing him or if she wished to send the letter herself.
The rest of his ideas, though, are tacked onto her own and he nods. “It certainly can’t hurt.” The more people that knew basic first aid, the better, right? Right. So where was the harm in learning when each room would be stocked with the tools necessary for it? Specifically so they could use it if it were to ever happen? “It’ll help not just for the war but for after, too, I’m sure.”
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
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.
