We're riding 'round this carousel, getting dizzy 'til we're sick
It had become a line drawn, one that he hadn’t crossed under Safrin’s ever watchful eye. But without her and the new encouragement from Frey to make his stands, to be less afraid, he’s drawn those lines and despite what everyone else might think, the Flood doesn’t regret them. Frey had told him to stop looking into the past so much, it’s likely time he starts trying to stop. His arms find themselves folded across his chest with her question, his head shaking, eyes returning to her as the frownlines in his face deepen more.
“Not everyone.” Sunjata begins, tentatively. “A couple of Order members died in the attack. Ronin was there, he’s the one that fought for Stormbreak’s side but eventually the Tower was brought down.” He pauses. “It fell on top of Nate’s body.” He cringes with the sentence that just left him, his face twisting slightly as he turns away to reach up and rub the side of his face, over the scar left behind from his father. “I assume they put him in the Temple so they could figure out what to do with their own casualties.”
“Not everyone.” Sunjata begins, tentatively. “A couple of Order members died in the attack. Ronin was there, he’s the one that fought for Stormbreak’s side but eventually the Tower was brought down.” He pauses. “It fell on top of Nate’s body.” He cringes with the sentence that just left him, his face twisting slightly as he turns away to reach up and rub the side of his face, over the scar left behind from his father. “I assume they put him in the Temple so they could figure out what to do with their own casualties.”
the flood
Love is like a circle, there's no easy way to end
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
