- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
let's all just run away
His hand is permitted, and Nate pushes no further than that, simply letting it sit while he describes other holy failures, a disastrous wetting with Frey that left him humiliated, freezing, and bruised. ”I don’t think fickle is one of the words that came to mind.” A dark murmur, some measure of genuine irritation still lingering behind the good humour, biding it’s time for moments like this.
”Yes and no.” He answers uselessly, wishy washy and uncertain. ”I wanted to be answered so I knew she didn’t hate me, or anything like that.” It sounds stupid to admit, but if anyone he’d spoken to, a fellow ascended should understand, at least the sentiment. ”But I didn’t need her.”
”Yes and no.” He answers uselessly, wishy washy and uncertain. ”I wanted to be answered so I knew she didn’t hate me, or anything like that.” It sounds stupid to admit, but if anyone he’d spoken to, a fellow ascended should understand, at least the sentiment. ”But I didn’t need her.”
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
and we'll burn this world today
