NATE
"Shows what you know." He tries to bite back his anger, tries to hold his tongue, tries to not rise to obvious bait, but he can only hold back so much when he's already so twisted with emotion. "The Voice could care less what I do." Sneering the words out with a self-assured bent, all Nate do is roll his eyes. "Or who I do it with." No, the real problem here was Safrin. Obviously.
Nate's face twists, the cigarette moving as he chews at the tip of it just to keep from snapping out a retort, something classless about the herald being a jealous bitch. He can't afford the burns, not right now. "What, you're the expert now? You know the Gods will?" A hand gestures wildly to the sky as a mocking laugh leaves Nate. The day he takes advice or heckling from this little punk is the day he truly gives up on himself.
Nate's face twists, the cigarette moving as he chews at the tip of it just to keep from snapping out a retort, something classless about the herald being a jealous bitch. He can't afford the burns, not right now. "What, you're the expert now? You know the Gods will?" A hand gestures wildly to the sky as a mocking laugh leaves Nate. The day he takes advice or heckling from this little punk is the day he truly gives up on himself.
I love to see the sunIn spite of all it's done
