Nate
Nate’s brows furrowed as Sam explained what exactly he had done, growing more upset and incoherent as he did. Without thinking, and despite everything he had just been told, Nate reached out to wrap an arm around the other man, wanting to comfort him, despite the confession. Really, he had no idea what to think of any of this. He had seen the blight, it was a disease, something that could be controlled and tested and managed. Like any other sickness. Not some plague brought in by anyone. Especially not someone like Sam.
”So you think you started it, because of what the Voice told you?” He had enough sense to know he couldn’t just outright refute the other mans beliefs, he had to finesse his words. Redirect the blame, put things in a different perspective, justify them. One of his skills was alleviating blame and guilt with clever words. ”You can’t be sure she’s telling the truth, and even if she is, you didn’t do anything intentionally, right?”
Hugging Sam closer with his one arm, Nate wondered absently if he should be more cautious. Worry touched him only rarely, but... knowing what the blight didn’t to plants, and gown quickly, did spark some in him. But... ”Don’t you think I’d be sick, of you really did spread the blight?”
So let's face it this was never what you wanted
But I know it's fun to pretend
But I know it's fun to pretend
Now blank stares and empty threats
Are all I have, they're all I have
Are all I have, they're all I have
