{SE}what you don't know

SUNJATA

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

“No?” Sunjata questions easily, finding it to be like a breath of fresh air to have to think about things a bit differently. So he listens, diligently, as she speaks over what she’s gathered from it – a point of view he hasn’t seen much of recently, but it does make him concede his point a small amount. “It isn’t far from the truth.” He agrees softly. “Though, I suppose it was more comfort before the war started ramping up.” Because war on the horizon made everything tense – lines were drawn and redrawn in some instances and it was a point of tension for so long before hand.

Sunjata’s living, breathing truth of that.

However, everything she mentions about her previous world are things that Sunjata had also been exposed to in Korofi, nodding his agreement with the sentiment, heaving a nostalgic sigh at the mention of boiling water for tea at the press of a button, before he draws up a bit more and considers his answer. “I miss air conditioning the most, I think.” He admits with a huff of a laugh, before it’s cut off by the mist, his attention drawn to his heels with the way it appears and disappears, brows pinching together at the sound of laughter that he can just barely make out.

His steel gaze lifts to her immediately after, head cocking to the side. “Did you hear that?”

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