Murphy's Law

Fox wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, equally as uncomprehending. "Her opinion was that we were better for it," he says. "Not needing anything unnecessary, not restricted by base needs and desires..." He breathes out a long sigh. "I suppose it would have made sense if the Ascended had been born that way, not knowing any different. But to have it and then not? It was hard." Even knowing it was coming. Even choosing it.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, there's no easy place to look as Bart is forced to deal with his apologies (ones Fox is aware he's likely heard enough time to be meaningless at this point). Still, he does finally glance up to hear that the other man is still aiming to help the Ancients, the hunter feeling a smile curl at his lips. "Yeah? Well I'd be a fool to turn you down when you put it like that."

Bart creeps out onto the shoreline and Fox slips his hands back out of his pockets to follow in his wake, but while the nurse is focused on his wayward clothing, he's more interested in whatever ripples are skating along the water's surface. "Having you hunt me?" he repeats, his voice low, amusement in his tone despite his concentration. "It'd make a change for sure. Not so confident you could catch me, if I'm honest."

welcome to the desecration, baby

we built you up and we'll tear you right down