- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
He can almost hear the eyeroll in the answer he gets, only barely keeps from mirroring it in his next retort, still frustrated, still upset. "You're not telling me what the other options are though. You can't just say, I won't do that, I'll be better, and not be able to give me something." Nate points out firmly, challenge prickling off every bit of him now.
Mention of fathers though, has Nate almost immediately balking, the guilt he'd bitten down so easily before returning, forcing him to acknowledge it. "I'm not saying that's what you're going to do. I know you well enough to know you're not going to go out and be a power hungry asshole. But can you control everyone you get to help you with this? Can you keep them from being the ones who imprison everyone for looking at them wrong?" He works his jaw, trying to calm, speak more from a place of sense than just emotion. To keep from getting too heated again, and insinuating Sunjata could be what he'd fought against.
"I think..." Nate pauses, humming, and looked up at the moon, brows still knitted together. "I think I need to hear more. All your plans, your better ways. When you have them worked out." He turns to look sidelong at the attuned, face still hard, but tired of it already, tired of this new frustration, new worry. "I don't like it though. I don't think this is the best way to help anyone, or to... bring about change. But..." Shifting, Nate leans over properly, forcing himself into a more relaxed posture, legs outstretched and his elbows behind him. "I guess I'm not the one who accepted the job, am I?"
Nate's face softens properly as Sunjata's rebellion is brought up, his eyes dipping away with something like shame, though what the shame is for isn't quite clear. "I know you want to help people. We just... fuck, have different ideas, I guess."
Mention of fathers though, has Nate almost immediately balking, the guilt he'd bitten down so easily before returning, forcing him to acknowledge it. "I'm not saying that's what you're going to do. I know you well enough to know you're not going to go out and be a power hungry asshole. But can you control everyone you get to help you with this? Can you keep them from being the ones who imprison everyone for looking at them wrong?" He works his jaw, trying to calm, speak more from a place of sense than just emotion. To keep from getting too heated again, and insinuating Sunjata could be what he'd fought against.
"I think..." Nate pauses, humming, and looked up at the moon, brows still knitted together. "I think I need to hear more. All your plans, your better ways. When you have them worked out." He turns to look sidelong at the attuned, face still hard, but tired of it already, tired of this new frustration, new worry. "I don't like it though. I don't think this is the best way to help anyone, or to... bring about change. But..." Shifting, Nate leans over properly, forcing himself into a more relaxed posture, legs outstretched and his elbows behind him. "I guess I'm not the one who accepted the job, am I?"
Nate's face softens properly as Sunjata's rebellion is brought up, his eyes dipping away with something like shame, though what the shame is for isn't quite clear. "I know you want to help people. We just... fuck, have different ideas, I guess."
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
