- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
let's all just run away
They’re not close, emotionally, and Nate has never been good at handling this kind of loss, this kind of trauma, even for himself, but he can’t simply sit idly by while Mabel holds her own hand. He reaches out, puts a hand on her shoulder and squeezes. It’s not help, but it is a tether, a connection to life that must feel impossible to navigate.
As long as they’ve moved away from death, from remembering and forgetting and everything envelopes by those umbrellas, Nate is happy to yammer on, answering her question with a fervour that’s been absent from him thus far. ”Yea, I went and prayed in the temple, and he showed up, stole my clothes, and froze the room.” It had been a wholly humiliating experience, and even now, years down the line, Nate is still bitter, still has a sharpness in his tongue when he talks about it.
”I don’t know if I actually did anything.” It was a strange kind of situation, one he hadn’t known exactly how to handle, except to simmer and act out in fits of childish impetus, snubbing and turning his nose up when he heard of others meetings, when he saw her at the Family gatherings. ”When I did see her, she told me she thought I was independent enough to not need her, which...” He shrugs. It’s a compliment, but it still reaches back to hold the hand of being ignored.
As long as they’ve moved away from death, from remembering and forgetting and everything envelopes by those umbrellas, Nate is happy to yammer on, answering her question with a fervour that’s been absent from him thus far. ”Yea, I went and prayed in the temple, and he showed up, stole my clothes, and froze the room.” It had been a wholly humiliating experience, and even now, years down the line, Nate is still bitter, still has a sharpness in his tongue when he talks about it.
”I don’t know if I actually did anything.” It was a strange kind of situation, one he hadn’t known exactly how to handle, except to simmer and act out in fits of childish impetus, snubbing and turning his nose up when he heard of others meetings, when he saw her at the Family gatherings. ”When I did see her, she told me she thought I was independent enough to not need her, which...” He shrugs. It’s a compliment, but it still reaches back to hold the hand of being ignored.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
and we'll burn this world today
