'cause the bad's been slowly getting worse
and this fast lane living, it's a curse
The name of the poor mutilated ascended is not familiar to Nate, not in the least. It was news that wouldn't even phase him, normally, but this hits too personally, too close to so many different chords of pain. He's tired, and it shows in the long sigh that heaves out of him, the only response he can muster.
At least he can muster a smile in response to the congratulations, clouds seeming to part for a single shining moment. There's not even a question in response to the thin smile that graces the Demi-gods face, as he is certain even his own happiness is tainted by the times they find themselves in, that his own smile is crooked and uncomfortable. "We are. I don't... there's not a plan, yet, but... when there is..." A nod with that, a wordless, unofficial invitation extended, for when it became relevant.
Nate's eyes move back to Clem as the flint makes it's appearance, the time for a true goodbye rushing up faster than he really wants to accept. Questions help to keep his mind away from the reason for this meeting though, a helpless shrug rolling over his shoulders. "We've got no idea. Some... kid. A girl." A pawn, maybe, in a much bigger game. Easier again, to think of it like that. "You think it's related." Not a question, the same thought rattling around his head, not helping the twist of emotions in his chest.
At least he can muster a smile in response to the congratulations, clouds seeming to part for a single shining moment. There's not even a question in response to the thin smile that graces the Demi-gods face, as he is certain even his own happiness is tainted by the times they find themselves in, that his own smile is crooked and uncomfortable. "We are. I don't... there's not a plan, yet, but... when there is..." A nod with that, a wordless, unofficial invitation extended, for when it became relevant.
Nate's eyes move back to Clem as the flint makes it's appearance, the time for a true goodbye rushing up faster than he really wants to accept. Questions help to keep his mind away from the reason for this meeting though, a helpless shrug rolling over his shoulders. "We've got no idea. Some... kid. A girl." A pawn, maybe, in a much bigger game. Easier again, to think of it like that. "You think it's related." Not a question, the same thought rattling around his head, not helping the twist of emotions in his chest.
better tell me what's your life worth
i think it's time for a change, 'cause the drugs don't work
