NATE
So, baby-doll, don't you lose your touch
You take it all cause you're never gonna take too...
You take it all cause you're never gonna take too...
Holding still is something of a specialty for the ascended, and it's made easier by the fact that he can still the Voice, even if she disappears from view. Nate has enough of an idea of what's coming to wish he didn't, but he can't look away from the mounting storm, even to glance towards the diamond hovering before him.
The strike is almost indescribable, somehow setting every bit of him alight, while not harming him at all. If anything, it only bolsters Nate's faith in the goddess, though not as much as when his vision clears. He'd gotten so used to half his vision having it restored is nearly overwhelming, but there's no small amount of awe in his voice. "It's perfect. I... thank you."
Though he knows deep down that he'd earned this, that it had been the reason he'd gone to the troubles he had, feeling indebted to anyone is not something that sits well in Nate. "There has to be something I can do to repay you." An idea occurs to him suddenly, something half-remembered and half just occurring to him. "There's a place in the Climb, made of obsidian. I can... claim part of it for you." It's a suggestion that a year ago would have seemed like nonsense, but it's all too earnest now.
The strike is almost indescribable, somehow setting every bit of him alight, while not harming him at all. If anything, it only bolsters Nate's faith in the goddess, though not as much as when his vision clears. He'd gotten so used to half his vision having it restored is nearly overwhelming, but there's no small amount of awe in his voice. "It's perfect. I... thank you."
Though he knows deep down that he'd earned this, that it had been the reason he'd gone to the troubles he had, feeling indebted to anyone is not something that sits well in Nate. "There has to be something I can do to repay you." An idea occurs to him suddenly, something half-remembered and half just occurring to him. "There's a place in the Climb, made of obsidian. I can... claim part of it for you." It's a suggestion that a year ago would have seemed like nonsense, but it's all too earnest now.
Losing control and you lose your touch
You take it all, cause you're never gonna take too much
You take it all, cause you're never gonna take too much
