NATE
"Theskyra house..?" Nate considers his map, running his tongue over his bottom lip, then rubbing a few lines away with his thumb to replace them with others, making the house more central instead of the temple. "More like that then. And..." The hand holding the chalk waves, a physical embodiment of his thoughts, trying to take off. "Some kind of defence from airborne things too. I don't know, spikes, or... something." He isn't a tactician, in any sense of the word, isn't used to engagements like this, where he actually had the room and time to plan.
Even without the weight of everything on his shoulders, he'd be spinning in circles, driving himself further and further into an overwrought spiral.
Forgotten until this moment, Nate reaches out and grasps his glass roughly, nearly spilling the amber liquid in it in his haste to throw it down his throat, refilling it again and holding the bottle out in a silent offer to top up Neron's glass as well, before he goes ahead and fills it anyway, emptying the bottle. "Maybe," maybe he's getting ahead of himself, "we can maintain a line of bonfires or something. If we can get enough fuel to last."
Even without the weight of everything on his shoulders, he'd be spinning in circles, driving himself further and further into an overwrought spiral.
Forgotten until this moment, Nate reaches out and grasps his glass roughly, nearly spilling the amber liquid in it in his haste to throw it down his throat, refilling it again and holding the bottle out in a silent offer to top up Neron's glass as well, before he goes ahead and fills it anyway, emptying the bottle. "Maybe," maybe he's getting ahead of himself, "we can maintain a line of bonfires or something. If we can get enough fuel to last."
You got me actin' like the old me
But you don't even know me
But you don't even know me
