NATE
when you're good
no one remembers
no one remembers
More than ever before, the Voice dominates Nate’s focus, his mind when she appears, a shadow of her usual self. He can only barely meet her gaze, looking for all the world like a child about to be scolded. ”It... it affected us different, me and Sam.” It’s not really a question, only barely a statement, because she must know, right?
The spark that strikes him fills him with some measure of calm, of focus. Not enough to keep his head from cocking, his brows furrowing as he struggled to work through the haze of the last half season. Had she requested something? Had he forgotten? But that doesn’t make sense, the shrine is broken, has been since before he was sick, and this is the first he's seen the Voice. ”I... didn’t know. Who did you ask, what... what do you need?”
For the first time, Nate turns away, glances back at Sunjata as if asking permission before he continues. ”We’ll get it for you.”
The spark that strikes him fills him with some measure of calm, of focus. Not enough to keep his head from cocking, his brows furrowing as he struggled to work through the haze of the last half season. Had she requested something? Had he forgotten? But that doesn’t make sense, the shrine is broken, has been since before he was sick, and this is the first he's seen the Voice. ”I... didn’t know. Who did you ask, what... what do you need?”
For the first time, Nate turns away, glances back at Sunjata as if asking permission before he continues. ”We’ll get it for you.”
when you're bad
no one forgets
no one forgets
