and anyone who knows our name says that we ain't ever gonna change
they say we're born to die young, but we're trying to find a better way
they say we're born to die young, but we're trying to find a better way
A single blue eye flashes over Jack while he recovers, the upgrade in Nate's eye activating, seeking out any particularly vulnerable spots on the other man's body, anything that would cause extra pain, anything to aim for.
"See, I'm not really convinced you're listening yet." Nate reaches up to wipe the blood and spit off his face, his decision made with that charming choice. His other fist shoots out, aiming for Jack's chest, aiming to shut him up, though whether it lands where he wants or not doesn't really matter. As long as he hits something, hard.
After a few incredibly satisfying blows (gods, was there ever a face that deserved a fist in it so badly?) Nate pauses, stares hard at Jack. "Do you even know how much you fucked shit up for me?" He accuses, nearly winding up for another strike, but holding back. It's a lot harder to teach a lesson to an unconscious body.
"See, I'm not really convinced you're listening yet." Nate reaches up to wipe the blood and spit off his face, his decision made with that charming choice. His other fist shoots out, aiming for Jack's chest, aiming to shut him up, though whether it lands where he wants or not doesn't really matter. As long as he hits something, hard.
After a few incredibly satisfying blows (gods, was there ever a face that deserved a fist in it so badly?) Nate pauses, stares hard at Jack. "Do you even know how much you fucked shit up for me?" He accuses, nearly winding up for another strike, but holding back. It's a lot harder to teach a lesson to an unconscious body.
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