- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
let's all just run away
Perhaps it would be better if Mable didn’t speak. If she seemed more like a ghost, instead of a wild, frightened thing. As it is, Nate approches her with all the wariness of a fox trapped in a snare, well aware that the wrong move could set her off
”What are you doing out here?” He asks, instead of any of the other questions that spring to mind. Instead of did you drown or starve? Instead of do you think we could have found you? Theres no need to entertain that strange hollow pit of guilt, not when it already yawns and looms over him so much.
No, instead he forces a measure of warmth into his tone, as hollow as anything else an ascended can naturally conjure. ”Are you alright?”
”What are you doing out here?” He asks, instead of any of the other questions that spring to mind. Instead of did you drown or starve? Instead of do you think we could have found you? Theres no need to entertain that strange hollow pit of guilt, not when it already yawns and looms over him so much.
No, instead he forces a measure of warmth into his tone, as hollow as anything else an ascended can naturally conjure. ”Are you alright?”
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
and we'll burn this world today
