[PQ] altared beyond all recognition

so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge

and you want it dirty

So his first attempt had been more luck than skill. Nate frowns at the wall, then down at the useless crumble of gravel gathering beneath it. Then he shrugged. It wasn’t like he could be good at everything, and at least he’d gotten something. Amun seemed to be doing better, though it was possible he was just spurred on by his words. Losing a hand didn’t exactly put one in the best of moods, being reminded of it even less so.

”That’s... fuck man.” Nate shook his head,  glancing towards Bastiens work just so he had something else to focus on. He spent a moment appeasing... whatever was going on, then focused back on his own mining, deciding to drop the subject and work in silence.

and no one can figure out what you want

and you won’t tell them

NATE