I want to bring my fear, loathing, and delusions to a pourI want to tip panic and reason into my god-fearing mouth
It's most certainly not Nate's intention to imply Cameron needs to be fixed, his words refer only to himself, to the changes he's gone through. A smile stretches across Nate's face, soft and reverent, init's own way. "She did. I was attacked by someone who took offence to what I am, and she let me see again." With some changes, some added features, though that's not something he's going to go around advertising, not right out of the gate.
"Ascending uh... changes a part of you, on the inside." No point in beating around the bush, though Cameron already seems to have some idea of what happens, what ascending entails. "Instead of blood, we - I - rely on fluid, supplied by the Voice." Mismatched eyes look around the exam space, Nate pushing himself up to rifle through a drawer while he continues his explanation. "Going dry isn't exactly pretty, but you can survive with just blood, for a time. Or, you can choose to not bite anyone."
With a triumphant "Ha!, Nate withdraws a blade from the drawer he'd been searching through, returning to his patient's side and pricking his finger. A single drop of shiny, pearlescent fluid bubbles up. Leaving his hand there to be examined, Nate nods, a sigh heaving out of him. "A lot of people do hate us." His tone says he has no idea why, though the grimace on his face says otherwise.
"Ascending uh... changes a part of you, on the inside." No point in beating around the bush, though Cameron already seems to have some idea of what happens, what ascending entails. "Instead of blood, we - I - rely on fluid, supplied by the Voice." Mismatched eyes look around the exam space, Nate pushing himself up to rifle through a drawer while he continues his explanation. "Going dry isn't exactly pretty, but you can survive with just blood, for a time. Or, you can choose to not bite anyone."
With a triumphant "Ha!, Nate withdraws a blade from the drawer he'd been searching through, returning to his patient's side and pricking his finger. A single drop of shiny, pearlescent fluid bubbles up. Leaving his hand there to be examined, Nate nods, a sigh heaving out of him. "A lot of people do hate us." His tone says he has no idea why, though the grimace on his face says otherwise.
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