'cause karma's just a different word for bad luck &
The cigarette continues to burn down, until finally Nate sighs, taps away the excess ash, and lifts the smoke back up to his lips. It seems less like he's waiting for this to end now though, and more like he's actually listening, considering the reluctant answers Sam provides. "I did tell you something to that effect, didn't I?" Nate sighs after a moment, considering one of the bouncing pebbles kicked by the other ascended. And as much as he was trying to distance himself from the things he'd once done, it was still some small of him.
"What kind of help are you looking for, exactly?" Nate wants to know before he agrees to anything, though honestly, the idea of Sam trying to manipulate him is a little laughable. "I want us to start over if I help you. I don't wanna deal with this shit anymore. Does that sound fair?"
"What kind of help are you looking for, exactly?" Nate wants to know before he agrees to anything, though honestly, the idea of Sam trying to manipulate him is a little laughable. "I want us to start over if I help you. I don't wanna deal with this shit anymore. Does that sound fair?"
what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
NATE
