I want to bring my fear, loathing, and delusions to a pourI want to tip panic and reason into my god-fearing mouth
”The Voice encourages people to be the best versions of themselves. To... grow in ways that are useful, but fulfilling. Or to fix things that are broken.” With the last point, Nate gestures to his own face, the deep scar that slashes over one of his eyes. It takes a little more thought to describe the Heralds, the doctor making a face and straightening. ”With the Heralds, there’s this sense that you’re being manipulated, and if you don’t do what they want, they’ll take it out on you.”
Nate has his own bad experiences, things that haunt the edges of his voice. A hand lifts to rub at his chin, considering his explanation, his biases.
”I do know her.” As strange a thought as that is. He’d grown closer to the Goddess in the last year, closer than he thought he’d ever actually get. ”I uh, ascended pretty early on, and that comes with a certain amount of reliance on the Voice.” Theres another beat, another pause. ”She might ask you if you want to ascend.” It would be payment, of a kind, and a cute, of a kind.
Nate has his own bad experiences, things that haunt the edges of his voice. A hand lifts to rub at his chin, considering his explanation, his biases.
”I do know her.” As strange a thought as that is. He’d grown closer to the Goddess in the last year, closer than he thought he’d ever actually get. ”I uh, ascended pretty early on, and that comes with a certain amount of reliance on the Voice.” Theres another beat, another pause. ”She might ask you if you want to ascend.” It would be payment, of a kind, and a cute, of a kind.
NATE
