- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
Nate stays frozen, glued to the spot as the other man moves to sit beside him, blue eyes now locked somewhere on the horizon. There's a low hum, then his fingers tapping against his chest, his head shifting as he nods, turns to take in what Sunjata is saying, the look on his face distant. "Comfortable." He repeats after a beat, his eyes suddenly intense, staring a hole through the attuned. "And what if they don't have common sense? Or the same common sense as you and Remi?" The words probably shouldn't sound so much like an accusation, but this was something a little harder for Nate to just push past with sheer bullheadedness.
The look on his face doesn't improve as the explanation continues, brows pulling together. Ensuring people's safety. Shouldn't Sunjata know, better than most, how easily that could be turned, how easily people could lose that title, in the face of the law. Nate is trying though, trying to keep his mouth shut, to really think about what he says before it comes out. It's the frown that ruins that attempt, the serious tone. "Oh, so youse are just gonna build something corrupt from the start then?"
His hand moves from his chest, fist coming up to press against Nate's mouth, a physical barrier stopping the words now. He sucks in a deep breath through his nose, then slowly drops his hand, words forcibly calm now, as he tries to make up for the more cutting ones from earlier. "I don't understand why this is necessary, I guess." He even tries to soften his gaze, brows pulling together in something more like confusion than frustration.
The look on his face doesn't improve as the explanation continues, brows pulling together. Ensuring people's safety. Shouldn't Sunjata know, better than most, how easily that could be turned, how easily people could lose that title, in the face of the law. Nate is trying though, trying to keep his mouth shut, to really think about what he says before it comes out. It's the frown that ruins that attempt, the serious tone. "Oh, so youse are just gonna build something corrupt from the start then?"
His hand moves from his chest, fist coming up to press against Nate's mouth, a physical barrier stopping the words now. He sucks in a deep breath through his nose, then slowly drops his hand, words forcibly calm now, as he tries to make up for the more cutting ones from earlier. "I don't understand why this is necessary, I guess." He even tries to soften his gaze, brows pulling together in something more like confusion than frustration.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
