you say you're numb inside

don't you know i'm no good for you?

It’s also a topic that makes Sunjata grimace slightly too – the lines in his face deepening with the thought, until the question is directed toward Frey, just another event that has that frown remaining on Sunjata’s face. He shakes his head a bit solemnly, the dangling earrings that hang from his ears dance and brush against the side of his neck with the movement. “No. Nothing yet.” Unfortunately. Though he hasn’t exactly gone back to the herald to ask about it.

But the door appears and Sunjata stops, staring at the door with a curious gleam to his steel gaze, one that slips toward Amun as he scoffs – a surprised laugh leaving him and breaking through the melancholy. “I live in the Boondocks.” Not the Barrows. And just because they were neighboring areas didn’t mean jack shit to the Flood. “Just because you say you live in the Grounds in the Domiciles doesn’t mean you know what goes on in the Oasis at all times, do you?” He mutters before he watches the Ascended slip inside.

Sunjata’s back straightens, a tug at his internal shifts has a hint of a surprise crossing over him as the plated armor of his dragon shift begins to coat his neck as he waits for Amun to open the door.

i've learned to lose, you can't afford to

SUNJATA