look at all the mess you made
Brows lifting as Nate looks at the Voice, a whole set of blue eyes searching the goddess for something. His lips purse then part in a quick motion, his voice steady when he answers, despite the emotional weigh of the answer. “Hotaru, and Deimos.” Nothing else made sense, even if there was no evidence. Coincidence doesn’t stretch that far.
The next question has him hardening again, his tongue caught between his teeth as he thinks, as he tries to act like he’s hasn’t already thought about this. “I’d have them isolated, then burned alive.” He answers, too quickly. His eyes flutter, and he shakes his head. “I can’t do anything like that though. The people who’d come after me for it.” Nate grimaces, not wanting to think too hard on the repercussions.
The next question has him hardening again, his tongue caught between his teeth as he thinks, as he tries to act like he’s hasn’t already thought about this. “I’d have them isolated, then burned alive.” He answers, too quickly. His eyes flutter, and he shakes his head. “I can’t do anything like that though. The people who’d come after me for it.” Nate grimaces, not wanting to think too hard on the repercussions.
guess that's just the price you pay
NATE
