look at all the mess you made
’Look at me.’ The Voice says, Nate powerless to deny his deity, even if hot shame tries to colour his face, even if his one good eye shines with a glaze of unshed fluid tears that he tries furiously to blink away.
A stone drops in his guts at the fact that nowhere is really safe anymore, a realization he’d come to himself, though it falls much more heavily from a goddess. “I-” Nate tries to begin, the swirling in his throat cut off by blinding lightning, by the sudden restoration of his sight. It seems like it should hurt.
As the light fades, a slow smile spreads over Nate’s features, both eyes now wild and shining. “I wanna kill whoever did it.” He answers steadily, watching the Voice’s face like he’d be able to notice a reaction. “I want them to hurt, and then... I want some peace. Just for a little bit.”
A stone drops in his guts at the fact that nowhere is really safe anymore, a realization he’d come to himself, though it falls much more heavily from a goddess. “I-” Nate tries to begin, the swirling in his throat cut off by blinding lightning, by the sudden restoration of his sight. It seems like it should hurt.
As the light fades, a slow smile spreads over Nate’s features, both eyes now wild and shining. “I wanna kill whoever did it.” He answers steadily, watching the Voice’s face like he’d be able to notice a reaction. “I want them to hurt, and then... I want some peace. Just for a little bit.”
guess that's just the price you pay
NATE
