- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
Nate’s been careful so far, not wanting to let himself be overwhelmed, wanting to listen to her words with some subjectivity, but as she finishes, and he has the room to breathe for a moment, he lets his mind open, tapping into something borrowed. “I can’t imagine.” He offers of Atlas, voice softer than before. Grief is not a stranger, but it’s not the same. The closest thing Nate could liken it to is the loss of his eye, a piece of himself suddenly gone, blackness filling a place where once light had lived.
“So... you don’t know anything about where Deimos would have gone after the fire? Or where you spent the night?” Nate huffs, chewing at his lip. There’s still loose ends, unanswered questions, and he doesn’t know how to start unravelling them.
A taptaptaptap begins, Nate trying to wear a hole in the ground with only his boot heel, his gaze dropping to his paper, then back up to Hotaru. “Do you know where Deimos is now?”
“So... you don’t know anything about where Deimos would have gone after the fire? Or where you spent the night?” Nate huffs, chewing at his lip. There’s still loose ends, unanswered questions, and he doesn’t know how to start unravelling them.
A taptaptaptap begins, Nate trying to wear a hole in the ground with only his boot heel, his gaze dropping to his paper, then back up to Hotaru. “Do you know where Deimos is now?”
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
