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
A scoff leaves Nate at Saiden’s question. ”The Church in the Climb. Obviously.” He manages a decent sneer for a man curled up on the beach, but that’s always been a skill of his. Fake it til you make it. ”The one under the void. With the bowl, and the pews, and the silent fucking shadows.” Another shout, frustration bubbling over weakly, before ebbing away, like one of the endless waves crashing against the beach.
”The way to not be sick is there.” It’s a growl, albeit an ineffective one, Nate more concerned with contorting himself to keep the Hali in sight than he is with being threatening. ”I don’t want to be there. I... want to go home.” A sad little mumble, as Nate watches the glowing waves break around the other mans feet. ”You’re bothering them.”
”The way to not be sick is there.” It’s a growl, albeit an ineffective one, Nate more concerned with contorting himself to keep the Hali in sight than he is with being threatening. ”I don’t want to be there. I... want to go home.” A sad little mumble, as Nate watches the glowing waves break around the other mans feet. ”You’re bothering them.”
NATE
