Nate
Nate is more than willing to stay quiet, to keep his vote close and quiet until he really has to, but... this meeting is kind of turning to shit, and he wants to add his voice to it. Clem brings up a good point, one Nate piggybacks on, wide stare pointed at Sam as he speaks. "Even if you're too selfish to think about non-ascendeds, what makes it okay to have other versions of us out there, running around? What kind of life is it to just have one week of freedom a year?" Nate crosses his arms, turning to look at Clem as the youngest of them continues. And earns a wince. There is no way Clem is going to left alone long enough in the dark to be hurt, no way he's going to be killed, and Nate is positive he's not the only one with that thought. "We could use some good representation anyway. Stopping Longnight had to help our image a little, right?" He turns to look around the group, almost daring anyone to disagree.
Do you read fuck-up in my walk?
Do you see fuck-up on my face?
Do you see fuck-up on my face?
Do I mean anything at all?
