We Call It History

SUNJATA

isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?

He doesn’t know if Loren can tell, but the way Nate remains close to him, avoids the seats offered as Sunjata does if only to keep his husband close during this time of anxiety, Sunjata knows that the sickness is making the Ascended express his worries much more. He can hear it in the sincerity of Nate’s voice, he can feel it in the way his own stomach waves and drops, rises and falls.

And when Nate backs him up on his point, Sunjata’s arm squeezes around Nate in an attempt to comfort the Ascended more. “If anything, Frey seems to be the one that does things that benefit the Ascended more.” Sunjata agrees, thinking of that room in the Grounds. But it still doesn’t alleviate his fears. “She said she requested it from Wessex. That it’s what she requires.” His lips twist in a slight frown again, wishing they’d had more.

But the more that Sunjata thinks about it the more his stomach drops again and again. “If there’s a chance… I…” He stumbles, looking over to Nate before his attention returns to Loren. I can’t lose him, Loren. I can’t do this again. An overwhelming sadness spreads through the attuned bond, coating the words.

if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire