NATE
when you're good
no one remembers
no one remembers
A nod follows the answer, Nate blinking slowly, almost serenely. “He wouldn’t even think about it.” A laugh leaves the ascended, at odds with the words that have just left him. Really, the idea of Remi should be horrifying, should poke its fingers into the crevices of dark memories, but he can’t help admiring the other man from a distance. It would be so easy for him.
Shaking his head to focus himself again, Nate meets Aurelia’s gaze. “If they’d kill you if they came after you, why give them any extra incentive?” He queries right back, his head cocking. “Focus on making yourself a match for them. If you’re going to go down, you might as well go down fighting, huh?” He sympathizes with her position though, maybe more than she realizes in the moment. A world filled with people who could destroy you on a whim, who have the means and the urge? It’s exhausting.
The apology has Nate’s brows pinching together, a confused frown shooting towards The technically current arbiter. “Thinking it is how you stay fuckin’ sane, Aurelia.” A hand comes up to rub at Nate’s mouth while he ponders the phrasing of of his actual point, just for a moment. “Talking about it is how you figure out that it’s real easy to think up terrible plans.” He tries a laugh, finds it rings hollow, but he can’t figure out how to stop it once it’s starts, not without clapping a hand over his mouth completely.
Shaking his head to focus himself again, Nate meets Aurelia’s gaze. “If they’d kill you if they came after you, why give them any extra incentive?” He queries right back, his head cocking. “Focus on making yourself a match for them. If you’re going to go down, you might as well go down fighting, huh?” He sympathizes with her position though, maybe more than she realizes in the moment. A world filled with people who could destroy you on a whim, who have the means and the urge? It’s exhausting.
The apology has Nate’s brows pinching together, a confused frown shooting towards The technically current arbiter. “Thinking it is how you stay fuckin’ sane, Aurelia.” A hand comes up to rub at Nate’s mouth while he ponders the phrasing of of his actual point, just for a moment. “Talking about it is how you figure out that it’s real easy to think up terrible plans.” He tries a laugh, finds it rings hollow, but he can’t figure out how to stop it once it’s starts, not without clapping a hand over his mouth completely.
when you're bad
no one forgets
no one forgets
