Oh, how wrong we were to think That immortality meant never dying
This is a rare stride, if ever he's had one, Nate's work moving along smoothly, his hands managing to keep up with the pace he's set without fumble or complaint. He simply works. All of them do, the next little bit passing in busy silence, at least until Amun finishes up inside the building, and wanders out to offer hands elsewhere.
"Painting's probably easier." Nate calls down below. "This won't take me much longer." Not with the pace he's managing to work in, the inevitable slow down that had happened when he spoke shaking off as his focus returns. It's simple enough work, but seeing it nearly complete fills him with quiet pride, especially knowing this same job would have once taken him days alone.
Nate buckles down for the home stretch of the roof!
"Painting's probably easier." Nate calls down below. "This won't take me much longer." Not with the pace he's managing to work in, the inevitable slow down that had happened when he spoke shaking off as his focus returns. It's simple enough work, but seeing it nearly complete fills him with quiet pride, especially knowing this same job would have once taken him days alone.
Nate buckles down for the home stretch of the roof!
NATE
