- NATE -
Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?
How you know that this is real?
"Disre- my disregard?" Nate can't help the way his voice rises, his head snapping to fix the other man with a fiery glare. Entitlement, sure, whatever. He'd just asked, hadn't expected, but if that's what the other considers entitled he could accept that. "I don't know what she said to you, but she left me behind. Without a fucking word." What was he supposed to have done differently? He'd already been trying to hold things together, at least until he figured out what he wanted to do, and she had made that decision for him. It was simple, at least. If she wanted to be gone without a word, he would respect that, would leave her alone. Wouldn't go begging for something he clearly wasn't worth.
"I don't fucking know. Because you can? Because it's easy for you to do?" Easier than a trek into a molten landscape at least, easier than cutting deal after deal trying to find another precious gem in the back alley markets of Torchline. "Fuck it, forget I even fucking asked." He'd figure it out alone, ever back into some feral and snarling beast, lashing out at any offered hand until they didn't reach out anymore. And then he'd bemoan his isolation, curse everyone for not bothering.
Forcing himself to his feet, Nate pulls the aforementioned jacket tighter around himself, recognizing and ignoring the threat. "How do you think I know it's an oven?" Of course he'd been here, had survived obviously, but it was out of necessity, chasing a cure, fulfilling quests and tasks for a goddess who was seeming more and more like the only thing he could put any faith into. "If I can avoid it, I'd like to."
Slow steps stop completely, those black eyes glinting with an easy-to-miss surprise.A... ride? For you? The beasts response is slow, as if it hadn't expected such a brusque question, as if it hadn't expected a question at all. The heavy head tips this way and that, the horse sizing up the attuned with a sharp curiosity, and then chancing another step closer.
"I don't fucking know. Because you can? Because it's easy for you to do?" Easier than a trek into a molten landscape at least, easier than cutting deal after deal trying to find another precious gem in the back alley markets of Torchline. "Fuck it, forget I even fucking asked." He'd figure it out alone, ever back into some feral and snarling beast, lashing out at any offered hand until they didn't reach out anymore. And then he'd bemoan his isolation, curse everyone for not bothering.
Forcing himself to his feet, Nate pulls the aforementioned jacket tighter around himself, recognizing and ignoring the threat. "How do you think I know it's an oven?" Of course he'd been here, had survived obviously, but it was out of necessity, chasing a cure, fulfilling quests and tasks for a goddess who was seeming more and more like the only thing he could put any faith into. "If I can avoid it, I'd like to."
Slow steps stop completely, those black eyes glinting with an easy-to-miss surprise.A... ride? For you? The beasts response is slow, as if it hadn't expected such a brusque question, as if it hadn't expected a question at all. The heavy head tips this way and that, the horse sizing up the attuned with a sharp curiosity, and then chancing another step closer.
I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel
You can't tell me how to feel
