swimming in the murky water

sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine

Sunjata doesn't meet his gaze, while it roams over him. Doesn't look up. That has Nate's insides sinking even further, tells him that it's so much worse than what he's seeing. He falls utterly still, as the attuned begins explaining, every bit of his focus hanging onto the words being offered out to him, though Nate can't make sense out of what he's being told. There's just enough missing, enough left out, that he can't quite piece together the beginning, and it ruins the rest of it. For the first time since the attack, he feels something flicker in him that isn't numbed, isn't pressed through the fog. Frustration.

Nate doesn't respond right away, doesn't move at all. His gaze is still focused away, out the window behind the other man, staring blankly outside while he tries to choose his words carefully, tries to not feed this new, dangerous feeling flame inside of him. By the time he does move, his one good eye flicking back to Sunjata, looking without actually seeing, it's gotten darker in the kitchen, all of Nate except the stark white of the bandage thrown into shadow. "I don't understand... what exactly did you do?" It's clear, if you know how to listen for it, that the calm in his voice now is a facade, a cover for something, though even Nate isn't completely sure what. He supposes it depends on what the actual answer is.

i couldn't get the boy to kill me

but i wore his jacket for the longest time

NATE