right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
He waits for it to register, and it does. Thankfully. Because Sunjata’s not particularly in a good mood to explain who exactly he was when he’s still trying to figure it out given that his soul has just been torn. But then there’s a moment of pause as the kid begins to stumble, to stutter. “Just Sunjata’s fine.” No need for sirs or formalities, not as he shoves his hands into his pockets and huffs a quiet sigh before shaking his head.
Though it is interesting the way Nikolai glances around as if Nate’s some sort of boogeyman about to jump out and scare them all. “No, he’s not. I’m waiting for him to get back.” So he can go home, so he can bury his companion, so he can pretend to not exist for a while, however long that might be. “Why?” Because he can’t help himself from asking it, his steel gaze lingering on Nikolai curiously.
Though it is interesting the way Nikolai glances around as if Nate’s some sort of boogeyman about to jump out and scare them all. “No, he’s not. I’m waiting for him to get back.” So he can go home, so he can bury his companion, so he can pretend to not exist for a while, however long that might be. “Why?” Because he can’t help himself from asking it, his steel gaze lingering on Nikolai curiously.
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.
