i said make me love myself, so that i might love you // don't make me a liar
There is something almost poetic about the Voice appearing now, when all Nate has to him is handful of complaints aired to an empty cave and a shard of glass in his hand. No well thought out gift, or carefully considered words. If he were in a different mood, he might even be able to see some kind of humour in the situation.
Right now though, all her appearance does is make him bristle, his jaw setting in a hard line as he stares at her. "I'm not looking for purpose. Wasn't ever, really." Despite the edge to his words, there's no resistance when she plucks the glass from his fingers, his hand falling limply to his side as soon as it's empty. His mood is kept steady by the smile, the apology, though it feels like too little, too late already.
"I want answers." That seemed logical enough to ask for. Nate was careful to curb his tone though, knowing that despite her sweet facade, the Voice was still a Goddess, could still take offense to him, and do She only knew what if he crossed a line. "I... why did you take so much, when you changed me?" It's the first of a great many questions, the most important feeling. "I mean, I can't feel, not really, I can't enjoy myself, can't indulge in anything."
Right now though, all her appearance does is make him bristle, his jaw setting in a hard line as he stares at her. "I'm not looking for purpose. Wasn't ever, really." Despite the edge to his words, there's no resistance when she plucks the glass from his fingers, his hand falling limply to his side as soon as it's empty. His mood is kept steady by the smile, the apology, though it feels like too little, too late already.
"I want answers." That seemed logical enough to ask for. Nate was careful to curb his tone though, knowing that despite her sweet facade, the Voice was still a Goddess, could still take offense to him, and do She only knew what if he crossed a line. "I... why did you take so much, when you changed me?" It's the first of a great many questions, the most important feeling. "I mean, I can't feel, not really, I can't enjoy myself, can't indulge in anything."
because i swear to god // when i said it, i thought it was true
