'cause the bad's been slowly getting worse
and this fast lane living, it's a curse
Nate slinks towards the barracks with all the willingness of a stray cat, drawn by necessity and absolutely nothing else. He’s kitted out to the nines, borrowed weapons and magic items and a steadfast determination to return home at the end of this all burning in him, and it still doesn’t feel like near enough. It still feels like it will take a miracle to see the other side of this Longnight.
”Why’s everyone look so fucking glum?” He calls, a saccharine bent in his tone, fake and sugary and hiding a bitterness so deep it’s a blessing he can’t actually taste it. ”We’re here to win, aren’t we?” Pemota drifts around his shoulders, belying his anxiety with her tight circling, reminding him unhelpfully to keep his vision in mind.
”Why’s everyone look so fucking glum?” He calls, a saccharine bent in his tone, fake and sugary and hiding a bitterness so deep it’s a blessing he can’t actually taste it. ”We’re here to win, aren’t we?” Pemota drifts around his shoulders, belying his anxiety with her tight circling, reminding him unhelpfully to keep his vision in mind.
better tell me what's your life worth
i think it's time for a change, 'cause the drugs don't work
