We Call It History

NATE

I feel a bubble in my organs and veins
In trouble, but ignoring the pain

Already it feels like they're going in a circle, Nate's hands clenching and relaxing, one in Sunjata's shirt and one at his side. "Even if... even if Frey does care," And some bitter part of him deep down howled that the God didn't, because why would they? "Their water is poison." Their cure would be too, the connection clear as day, a bright shining light in Nate's thoughts. Did Loren not see it, not see how the path they were on led only to doom?

There is a heaviness in Sunjata's next point, a seriousness that Nate doesn't know how to sink into, skipping along the top of it instead. He meets the eyes that turn to him and continues to stare after Sunjata turns back to Loren, his jaw working as he tried to force something that made sense, something that helped them, to his tongue. "It's... It's not just us. I'm... we're all sick. We all..." Everyone who knew an ascended, who was close to one, would lose. His too bright eye lifts to look at Loren again, worry showing starkly on his face. "Isn't... isn't your brother...?" It not clear if Nate is going to say sick or {/i}ascended{/i}, but at the moment, they carry the same leaden meaning.

doubling my score in the game
Fuck you and your whores into fame