no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
He pulls the sled along, boots crunching in the snow as he offers the pros and cons that could be when it came to being able to feel. Somehow, he doesn’t expect it to resonate with him – so used to numbing it all so he doesn’t have to, yet still too attached to the feeling like it’s something he deserves for the things he’s done. So he doesn’t know what to say, truthfully, and he draws silent aside from the quiet little hums offered to her to ensure she knew that he was listening.
“Maybe a chance to learn them again.” He offers quietly, though it seems like his mind is elsewhere for a moment, distant as he tries to figure out how to explain the feeling in his gut that’s still both uncomfortable and relieved. So much so that he’s surprised when she turns the question onto him, stilling in the snow with a slip that he regains his balance with surprisingly well for someone as tall as him.
His thumb runs along the rough fiber of the rope as he contemplates it, wanting to be sure he gives her a proper, thought through answer rather than his impulsive ones he’s so prone to. “I think… It would depend. It’s no secret that literally every one of my coping mechanisms is useless as an Ascended, for that fact alone, I probably would if I thought it would help.” He shrugs, but does manage to offer her a small smile, one that twists his scar a fraction. “But my coping mechanisms aren’t the same as yours. I don’t know if it would help you. But at least it could give you options." He shrugs lightly, before he pulls on the rope again to take a step or two closer.
“Maybe a chance to learn them again.” He offers quietly, though it seems like his mind is elsewhere for a moment, distant as he tries to figure out how to explain the feeling in his gut that’s still both uncomfortable and relieved. So much so that he’s surprised when she turns the question onto him, stilling in the snow with a slip that he regains his balance with surprisingly well for someone as tall as him.
His thumb runs along the rough fiber of the rope as he contemplates it, wanting to be sure he gives her a proper, thought through answer rather than his impulsive ones he’s so prone to. “I think… It would depend. It’s no secret that literally every one of my coping mechanisms is useless as an Ascended, for that fact alone, I probably would if I thought it would help.” He shrugs, but does manage to offer her a small smile, one that twists his scar a fraction. “But my coping mechanisms aren’t the same as yours. I don’t know if it would help you. But at least it could give you options." He shrugs lightly, before he pulls on the rope again to take a step or two closer.
the flood
with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you
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.
