- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
It does nothing to quell the worry in Nate's mind when stormy eyes rise up to meet him gaze again, the smirk on the other mans face almost making the shadows more concerning. He doesn't know a lot about Safrin though, has steered clear of all the gods but the Voice. There's a huff of disbelief that leaves him as Sunjata's explanation begins though, Nate's brows rising. "That's... kind of an open request, don't you think?" He murmurs, before nodding as Sunjata continues, the daggers a familiar sight in their home. There's a pause, his previous statement answered, but bringing new questions with it. "What exactly does that mean?" There was something about the specificity of dagger as opposed to sword, or even just blade, that felt... sinister?
The description of the quest itself didn't help the quiet discomfort simmering in Nate. It's clear, in the way his jaw works, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, that he's having some trouble swallowing it all, but finally, he nods, fingers tapping Sunjata's face gently. "If... I can help with that, the blood, let me know." The offer was half spite, something about willingly doing something for Safrin feeling like a rebellion, in the face of a goddess ignoring him. The other half, was a conscious, deliberate choice to trust in Sunjata, in his plans. To stand by him.
"I knew she was Ronin and Safrin's, she was all too excited to tell me, but..." A short sigh streams out Nate's nose, all of this suddenly far more complicated than he'd expected. "I didn't know it started as a dream though." This, like many things about Sunjata, is not something Nate has enough experience to deal with, so he reverts back to old habits, an almost easy smirk crossing his face. "There any dreams you need to warn me about then?" There were a lot of things he could roll with, a lot of things he could accept in the moment and nod along to, but a kid was one of those things he needed at least a little bit of warning for.
There was little Nate considered more life changing than a child, the example suddenly bringing home just how much things had the potential to change. It was impossible to know what he would do until it happened, but it didn't stop his mind spiralling, trying to come up with situations, and solutions, before anything had even happened.
The description of the quest itself didn't help the quiet discomfort simmering in Nate. It's clear, in the way his jaw works, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, that he's having some trouble swallowing it all, but finally, he nods, fingers tapping Sunjata's face gently. "If... I can help with that, the blood, let me know." The offer was half spite, something about willingly doing something for Safrin feeling like a rebellion, in the face of a goddess ignoring him. The other half, was a conscious, deliberate choice to trust in Sunjata, in his plans. To stand by him.
"I knew she was Ronin and Safrin's, she was all too excited to tell me, but..." A short sigh streams out Nate's nose, all of this suddenly far more complicated than he'd expected. "I didn't know it started as a dream though." This, like many things about Sunjata, is not something Nate has enough experience to deal with, so he reverts back to old habits, an almost easy smirk crossing his face. "There any dreams you need to warn me about then?" There were a lot of things he could roll with, a lot of things he could accept in the moment and nod along to, but a kid was one of those things he needed at least a little bit of warning for.
There was little Nate considered more life changing than a child, the example suddenly bringing home just how much things had the potential to change. It was impossible to know what he would do until it happened, but it didn't stop his mind spiralling, trying to come up with situations, and solutions, before anything had even happened.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
