all's well that ends

// a reminder, ready when you find her, i repress the iridescence of a fire
won't you mind him, steady when you find him, i confess the incandescence of a dyin' light //

“Because that’s where I’ll return.” Sunjata says, adamant in the fact that he’d end up there again – whether it’s because he dreams of it every night, the nightmares that appear when he’s exhausted and his body can’t quite figure out what to do with itself other than make him replay the worst parts of his life over and over again, or if it’s because the lightning strike brought back more memories that he’d long since suppressed.

He sighs when Amun mentions they’re copies, Haai remaining close to him, as he focuses on Amun’s face. “It’s not enough.” He comments. He’s stronger here than he ever was in Korofi. He’s stronger than he ever thought he could be, having the ability to make a life for himself without thinking of consequences that would affect an entire country.

But the whisper is heard, with the gilded earring in Sunjata’s ear, and he reaches up to run a hand through his hair and let it linger on a horn. “I don’t know.” Comes the quiet answer. He’s never quite known where the term came from, but he manages to sit back a bit more, the dizziness subsiding, forked tongue licking along chapped and parched lips. “Will you help me get to the lighthouse?”

SUNJATA