- NATE -
I don’t want a world
Without pain or loss
Without pain or loss
The connection to Pemota only adds to the guilt swirling in Nate. It's one thing to know the state he's put Haai in, and it's another to know, through the judgmental lens of another creature. The young starwhal takes advantage of the griffin's shifting, and snuggles into the space under a wing, careful of her horn with the closeness.
Nate's tired. It smashes against him again like a tidal wave, sending him sagging into Sunjata's arms, into the offered embrace. He should be better at this, at dealing with things. He had nothing but time, right? He should be over this by now, should be past the paranoia and the fear and the self loathing, but it just seems to get stronger and stronger with each passing day, fading for a few hours before rising up and threatening to drown him again. He's tired of it.
There's an edge of defeat in his voice, pressed in to Sunjata's shoulder. "I'm sorry." Nate's really not sure what for at this point, but he doesn't know what else to say, doesn't know how to get back to the relative ease Sunjata had managed to cultivate.
Nate's tired. It smashes against him again like a tidal wave, sending him sagging into Sunjata's arms, into the offered embrace. He should be better at this, at dealing with things. He had nothing but time, right? He should be over this by now, should be past the paranoia and the fear and the self loathing, but it just seems to get stronger and stronger with each passing day, fading for a few hours before rising up and threatening to drown him again. He's tired of it.
There's an edge of defeat in his voice, pressed in to Sunjata's shoulder. "I'm sorry." Nate's really not sure what for at this point, but he doesn't know what else to say, doesn't know how to get back to the relative ease Sunjata had managed to cultivate.
I just want them
To mean something
To mean something
