and anyone who knows our name says that we ain't ever gonna change
they say we're born to die young, but we're trying to find a better way
they say we're born to die young, but we're trying to find a better way
His attempts to stand are stymied, smothered in the crib by yet more water, and finally the shift begins to retract, his shape growing more human, less crazed. Arms and legs are pulled in close to his chest, Nate trying to protect himself, from the water, from retaliation.
Those attempts don't stop him from snapping, not understanding the groan as what it's meant to be. "Obviously." Far past the point now of trying to deny his sickness, all Nate can do is glare weakly, head tilted at an uncomfortable angle so he can keep the Hali in sight.
"There's nothing for us there." There's a note of sorrow behind these words, a whine low in Nate's throat. He still hasn't moved from where he's curled up on the beach, doesn't look like he'll be capable of moving any time soon. "Not in the pools, not in the church. Not anywhere. It's just fire and poison." His two least favourite things.
Those attempts don't stop him from snapping, not understanding the groan as what it's meant to be. "Obviously." Far past the point now of trying to deny his sickness, all Nate can do is glare weakly, head tilted at an uncomfortable angle so he can keep the Hali in sight.
"There's nothing for us there." There's a note of sorrow behind these words, a whine low in Nate's throat. He still hasn't moved from where he's curled up on the beach, doesn't look like he'll be capable of moving any time soon. "Not in the pools, not in the church. Not anywhere. It's just fire and poison." His two least favourite things.
NATE
