i don't know where home is, but i suppose it's anywhere i go that's any good at all
There's a more genuine cough of mirth that leaves Nate as his reaction is compared to Hotaru, and all he can think is a fierce good. Maybe two people saying the same thing, saying it was reprehensible that Sunjata been treated the way he had would get through somehow. Would chip away from of the guilt, so the wretched, festering wound could be eased, could start healing properly.
Nate does his absolute best to step away from his growing anger though, to put all of his focus on the other man, the details he offers. And he's sure Sunjata can feel the way his jaw works, the restless tremble in his hands, even as they continue their gentle ministrations. The ingredients that are offered up though, spark something specific, some dim recollection, and it takes him a moment to chase it down, the figure out what it is that makes him so uncomfortable with the particular mix. As effects and warnings slowly drift back into his mind, Nate leans back, a hard set to his jaw, an infuriated fire in his eyes, though it doesn't seem to affect his voice, calmer now than it's been this whole time, steady and utterly free of tone, of inflection. "Are you sure that's what was in it? Or some of it?" It feels cruel, to ask after it, to question the memories that he already knows are a struggle to share, to face, but he has to know exactly how angry he needs to be.
Really, if the ingredients Sunjata's remembers are right, then nevermind going home, it's a miracle he even made it through the night. "What kind of evil, heartless, monster says something like that?" Only someone who had never faced a day of struggle, who had never truly connected to another person would think that. And only the most inhuman would say it. Who aims to hurt more, in the face of suffering? "That's fucked." Nate confirms sharply, without hesitation, without a moment of thought. "It's all fucked. Everything about it, I..." He bites his tongue again, he's already said too much, spewed too much vitriol, but he can't help the way it wants to pour from him like a hose.
"What could you have ever done to deserve that?" Nate asks, soft again, trying so hard to keep himself tamped down, to focus on Sunjata. To be a set of ears, to be a voice of reason, of gentle reassurance.
Nate does his absolute best to step away from his growing anger though, to put all of his focus on the other man, the details he offers. And he's sure Sunjata can feel the way his jaw works, the restless tremble in his hands, even as they continue their gentle ministrations. The ingredients that are offered up though, spark something specific, some dim recollection, and it takes him a moment to chase it down, the figure out what it is that makes him so uncomfortable with the particular mix. As effects and warnings slowly drift back into his mind, Nate leans back, a hard set to his jaw, an infuriated fire in his eyes, though it doesn't seem to affect his voice, calmer now than it's been this whole time, steady and utterly free of tone, of inflection. "Are you sure that's what was in it? Or some of it?" It feels cruel, to ask after it, to question the memories that he already knows are a struggle to share, to face, but he has to know exactly how angry he needs to be.
Really, if the ingredients Sunjata's remembers are right, then nevermind going home, it's a miracle he even made it through the night. "What kind of evil, heartless, monster says something like that?" Only someone who had never faced a day of struggle, who had never truly connected to another person would think that. And only the most inhuman would say it. Who aims to hurt more, in the face of suffering? "That's fucked." Nate confirms sharply, without hesitation, without a moment of thought. "It's all fucked. Everything about it, I..." He bites his tongue again, he's already said too much, spewed too much vitriol, but he can't help the way it wants to pour from him like a hose.
"What could you have ever done to deserve that?" Nate asks, soft again, trying so hard to keep himself tamped down, to focus on Sunjata. To be a set of ears, to be a voice of reason, of gentle reassurance.
NATE
