- NATE -
do you feel at home? your flames are burning higher
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
There is a moment, a beat, where Nate seems confused, shocked even. Before, when people were looking for it, it was bad, debts long overdue and pounds of flesh taken as interest. But this, Melita, can’t be here for that same thing. His tongue is still heavy when he speaks, but loosening the more words come out, until they begin to pour. ”I got lost. I... I thought I was dead, and then I was here, and I thought here might be hell, and it is, it is but ther-“
Hands on his face cut him off, lips sealing closed as he stares at his niece, eye wide but blank. ”But I’m not in Torchline.” Nate offers unhelpfully, as if she didn’t already know, as if they weren’t currently in Halo. His hand squeezes hers tightly, though he’s not quite sure when that had happened, hadn’t felt the drifting of her hands down. ”I was trying... I wanna go home. I wanna see Sunny.” His tone plummets, settling into a whine, the edge of tears lingering in the back of his throat.
Hands on his face cut him off, lips sealing closed as he stares at his niece, eye wide but blank. ”But I’m not in Torchline.” Nate offers unhelpfully, as if she didn’t already know, as if they weren’t currently in Halo. His hand squeezes hers tightly, though he’s not quite sure when that had happened, hadn’t felt the drifting of her hands down. ”I was trying... I wanna go home. I wanna see Sunny.” His tone plummets, settling into a whine, the edge of tears lingering in the back of his throat.
this is your hell, dancing for something that was
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
