one more night in hollywood

SUNJATA

i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent

A snort leaves Sunjata as he works on his bandage, huffing a small sigh as he readjusts it and casts his gaze back to Locke. “What a shame.” He murmurs his amusement, despite how he’s not at all wondering how that would go. The last time they’d been open to one another through the bond, Locke learned a lot more about the Flood than even Sunjata was anticipating. But that’s neither here nor there.

He takes the information offered about Ludo with ease, though, sitting back in the chair again and taking up the cup Locke had made, and sips from it curiously. “I think it’s my fault. In a roundabout way, of course.” Because they had been friends at one point — before Shaju and before Remi had murdered him in a dream. And once Nate had returned to find out? Well, it was all bad news from there. “I don’t think Ronin and I will be friends again either.” Given the state of his body and what the Star had threatened him with.

so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for