So you drink your day away till the liquor in your mouth laughs
"That's for me to decide, isn't it?" Nate replies to the back facing him with a snort. He's doesn't offer anything else though, not until Amun is facing him again, all but berating him about the way he was handling Sam. "Anything he says is shit someone else might believe. If I'm going to have a bad reputation, I want to fucking deserve it." Really, he didn't need or want to go through that again, but if something was going to follow him around, it should be something he actually did.
"Safe enough." Nate scoffed, the ringing in his ears the least of the potential risks. There was one thing he knew about lightning, and that was that it was unpredictable. At least he got an answer to his second question. An upgrade made the most sense, really, but it was nice to actually know for sure, instead of finding out weeks later that he'd missed on some big request. He was apathetic towards the Voice's cause, but not stupid enough to turn his back on it completely that's how you ended up with all your abilities stripped.
Nate half expects to be shoved past, the thought made clear by the brow that rises as Amun actually stops. But the answer he gets only has him huffing again, resisting the urge to roll his eyes in his fellow ascended's face. "I never asked you to make me feel good. Just fucking talk about it. You might be surprised by how much it helps." He might be bullheaded, but this particular kind of self-pitying defeatism rubbed him the wrong way, especially when he was willing, was trying to help.
"Safe enough." Nate scoffed, the ringing in his ears the least of the potential risks. There was one thing he knew about lightning, and that was that it was unpredictable. At least he got an answer to his second question. An upgrade made the most sense, really, but it was nice to actually know for sure, instead of finding out weeks later that he'd missed on some big request. He was apathetic towards the Voice's cause, but not stupid enough to turn his back on it completely that's how you ended up with all your abilities stripped.
Nate half expects to be shoved past, the thought made clear by the brow that rises as Amun actually stops. But the answer he gets only has him huffing again, resisting the urge to roll his eyes in his fellow ascended's face. "I never asked you to make me feel good. Just fucking talk about it. You might be surprised by how much it helps." He might be bullheaded, but this particular kind of self-pitying defeatism rubbed him the wrong way, especially when he was willing, was trying to help.
NATE
