- NATE -
i'm shaking, salvation
i'm flying faster and faster and i...
i'm flying faster and faster and i...
Fire is fire is fire, and no matter it’s form it sends a sharp knife of panic through Nate, but magma is far easier to predict than a flailing octopus, and concern for Sunjata outweighs all his fears anyway. It sends Nate rushing forward, an arm wrapping around his fiancé and heaving him up, careful of the burns. In a perfect world, he’d have a chance to actually look at them, to maybe do something that would bring some relief, but right now they have to move.
Though it’s a Pyrrhic victory, at least in Nate’s opinion, it’s still a victory, and he can rest a little easier knowing that there’s no need to come back here, their task is done. He keeps close by Melita, trusting her to keep them on the right path, but unwilling to lean on her much more than that, when she’s already more than pulled her weight, and this is the first useful thing he’s done.
When the voice first sounds in his mind, distant, yet familiar, he tries to tamp it down, to keep from getting distracted. The familiarity explains itself quickly, Wessex, just in time for Nate to be hit with the full force of the news. Rexanna and Clem are dead. Clem is dead. God not again. He stumbles, nearly falling, and reaches out to steady himself on Melita, his face haunted, distant. He pauses just long enough squeeze Sunjata tightly, to suck in a grounding breath, and keep moving. Before anything else, they have to get out of here.
Nate follows along! and hears that message from Wessex it’s fine
Though it’s a Pyrrhic victory, at least in Nate’s opinion, it’s still a victory, and he can rest a little easier knowing that there’s no need to come back here, their task is done. He keeps close by Melita, trusting her to keep them on the right path, but unwilling to lean on her much more than that, when she’s already more than pulled her weight, and this is the first useful thing he’s done.
When the voice first sounds in his mind, distant, yet familiar, he tries to tamp it down, to keep from getting distracted. The familiarity explains itself quickly, Wessex, just in time for Nate to be hit with the full force of the news. Rexanna and Clem are dead. Clem is dead. God not again. He stumbles, nearly falling, and reaches out to steady himself on Melita, his face haunted, distant. He pauses just long enough squeeze Sunjata tightly, to suck in a grounding breath, and keep moving. Before anything else, they have to get out of here.
Nate follows along! and hears that message from Wessex it’s fine
i was the darkness and you were the light
tear it apart and then we supercollide
tear it apart and then we supercollide
