I want to bring my fear, loathing, and delusions to a pourI want to tip panic and reason into my god-fearing mouth
”I was a doctor back on Earth, where I came from.” Nate offers, both an explanation and a feeler. There’s enough familiar to warrant an attempt, an educated guess, and enough of a precedent for it to be possible.
The rattled off list is precise, routine sounding, and immediately foreign to the ascended. Nate doesn’t need to actually say that he doesn’t recognize the medications Cameron lists, because the confused disappointment is written clearly across his features.
”I can... probably find something that can alleviate depression. And the other symptoms. I can definitely find something to make coming down easier.” But neither of these things are a solution, and as much as he is loathe to admit it. ”There are... other things you can try, if you’re desperate. Things that might seem... outlandish?”
The rattled off list is precise, routine sounding, and immediately foreign to the ascended. Nate doesn’t need to actually say that he doesn’t recognize the medications Cameron lists, because the confused disappointment is written clearly across his features.
”I can... probably find something that can alleviate depression. And the other symptoms. I can definitely find something to make coming down easier.” But neither of these things are a solution, and as much as he is loathe to admit it. ”There are... other things you can try, if you’re desperate. Things that might seem... outlandish?”
NATE
