you see, i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together
Nate hesitates, sucking in a breath that is far too long. He's walking a very uncomfortable tight rope here, not wanting to leave Azrael blind to the horrific reality of the world, but not wanting to terrorize them either. In the end though, he errs on the side of caution. Better to be afraid, to be wary and paranoid than it is to be caught out. "Yes. At least one did."
At least the doctor doesn't get the chance to agonize over telling Azrael that the particular fey who'd attacked him had gotten away, that she was still at large somewhere, because the far more pressing issue of the rock crushing their foot comes up. It's fixed quickly, with a burst of light and static and no small amount of awe from Nate.
"Why'd you use it so much in Longnight?" Concern and just a touch of anger colours NAte's voice, though this time it's not directed at Azrael. He tries to distract himself by organizing the rocks they've gathered, fitting them all into the large bag he'd brought along just for this purpose.
At least the doctor doesn't get the chance to agonize over telling Azrael that the particular fey who'd attacked him had gotten away, that she was still at large somewhere, because the far more pressing issue of the rock crushing their foot comes up. It's fixed quickly, with a burst of light and static and no small amount of awe from Nate.
"Why'd you use it so much in Longnight?" Concern and just a touch of anger colours NAte's voice, though this time it's not directed at Azrael. He tries to distract himself by organizing the rocks they've gathered, fitting them all into the large bag he'd brought along just for this purpose.
to make a creature that will do what i say
or love me back
NATE
