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
"I could take that out on you too though, couldn't I?" Nate growls, though the fact that Sunjata was Arbiter wasn't really the issue. At least, not the issue he was currently upset about. He knew damn well who was to blame for what, "Because right now, you're the pain in my ass, and you're the guy who fucked up my week."
It's perfectly clear to Nate what the other man is doing, or at least what he seems to be doing. Deflecting blame, pointing fingers in any direction that was away from him, it was a favourite trick of his, a skill that's served him well, become so ingrained in him that he does it without thought now, but it has one fatal weakness. Nate doesn't care who's to blame big picture. Nate knows that Sunjata being beat, Sunjata going into the Fingers, that's Jack baby, and if he has to take everything else out on the man before him, he will.
He's smart enough to know when he's losing footing, when he needs to push in a different direction, and as much as Nate hates to admit it, even to himself, Jack is probably right. Torchline is the kind of place where your reputation matters, and Sunjata's has taken a dive as of late. He doesn't need another black smear. But Nate doesn't have to admit that's what he's doing either. "There's no need to change current plans." He says first, reaching out to grab Jack's jaw, to make sure the smuggler was paying very close attention. "I just don't want you giving orders to him again. You understand?"
It's perfectly clear to Nate what the other man is doing, or at least what he seems to be doing. Deflecting blame, pointing fingers in any direction that was away from him, it was a favourite trick of his, a skill that's served him well, become so ingrained in him that he does it without thought now, but it has one fatal weakness. Nate doesn't care who's to blame big picture. Nate knows that Sunjata being beat, Sunjata going into the Fingers, that's Jack baby, and if he has to take everything else out on the man before him, he will.
He's smart enough to know when he's losing footing, when he needs to push in a different direction, and as much as Nate hates to admit it, even to himself, Jack is probably right. Torchline is the kind of place where your reputation matters, and Sunjata's has taken a dive as of late. He doesn't need another black smear. But Nate doesn't have to admit that's what he's doing either. "There's no need to change current plans." He says first, reaching out to grab Jack's jaw, to make sure the smuggler was paying very close attention. "I just don't want you giving orders to him again. You understand?"
NATE
