- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
let's all just run away
The aftermath of disaster is strange now. Not that Nate had ever really gone through a disaster quite like a volcano before, but there's still a disconnect between body and mind. He's drained, emotionally and mentally, a buzzing between his ears as he follows Sunjata along the coast. There's no struggle to move though, no ache in his body, unlike the haggard steps of the attuned. If anything, Nate is thrumming, if he didn't know better, if he was in a state to think he's say it's adrenaline, but he isn't, so it really doesn't matter.
It's a relief to be inside somewhere, away from sun and ash and the now oppressive view of Apopo, but Nate finds he really doesn't know what to do with himself now. So he goes through the motions, works on autopilot. Firm hands push Sunjata into a seat, then start to look him over, checking him for bruises, cuts, anything he could take of easily. There's bruises, some wheezing, which does spark some worry if only because of previous circumstances, but other than that, there is nothing physical.
Which only leaves the harder part. Nate kneels, tired of standing over the other man suddenly, and looks up at him, staring into stormy eyes for a long moment before speaking. "Are... you okay?" It's asking too much and not enough all at once, but whatever comes from it Nate will take.
It's a relief to be inside somewhere, away from sun and ash and the now oppressive view of Apopo, but Nate finds he really doesn't know what to do with himself now. So he goes through the motions, works on autopilot. Firm hands push Sunjata into a seat, then start to look him over, checking him for bruises, cuts, anything he could take of easily. There's bruises, some wheezing, which does spark some worry if only because of previous circumstances, but other than that, there is nothing physical.
Which only leaves the harder part. Nate kneels, tired of standing over the other man suddenly, and looks up at him, staring into stormy eyes for a long moment before speaking. "Are... you okay?" It's asking too much and not enough all at once, but whatever comes from it Nate will take.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
and we'll burn this world today
