the lullaby
How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
It had been so long since the Lullaby had seen Sunjata like this (or really, seen him at all for more than just a moment or two), that the outfit the other man wore merely ricochetted back and forth in his mind without landing with any sort of understanding. Had there once been talk of motorcycles? guns? battles and poverty-fueled wars?
Gods, how far they'd come.
Running the back of his hand over his eyes before letting his arms fall back down to his sides, Remi takes a breath, and then another. "This war...has...I am changed now, and not necessarily for the better." It might have sounded more like an apology had Remi not very recently threatened to kill Sunjata before choking nearly all the life from his body. Pressing a knuckle between his eyes, the Lullaby sighs again. "I guess what I want to know is how much you have changed." He says simply. "If my son will be safe in your Haven given..." Well. Given all of it.
Gods, how far they'd come.
Running the back of his hand over his eyes before letting his arms fall back down to his sides, Remi takes a breath, and then another. "This war...has...I am changed now, and not necessarily for the better." It might have sounded more like an apology had Remi not very recently threatened to kill Sunjata before choking nearly all the life from his body. Pressing a knuckle between his eyes, the Lullaby sighs again. "I guess what I want to know is how much you have changed." He says simply. "If my son will be safe in your Haven given..." Well. Given all of it.
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known
For all you know, for all you've known
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
