- NATE -
Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?
How you know that this is real?
No, he doesn’t ask after Hotaru. It’s not surprising that she’s gone, that she’s made her way to Halo, of all places, and it’s enough for Nate that she’s apparently safe for the moment. She hadn’t said a word to him, not about actually leaving. Not before she did it. Just a message to be relayed through Sunjata. It was fine. He understood.
Nate sighs, and rubs at his face, not caring about the stone in his hand when he does it. It’s a small, smooth rock, and it’s not like he feels anything beyond a distant chill, and some damp. ”I need a diamond.” The rock is launched across the surface of the water, rising bubbles cutting off its skipping early, not that Nate notices, not now that he’s turned to face the other fully. ”Bout yay big?” He holds his hand up, fingers circled to show something the approximate size of an eyeball. ”I know you can make thing, and something like that only comes around once in a blue moon in the ah, markets.”
If there was anything more he could add about the fate of the Longnight monsters, he would. Hell, he wanted to know himself, and that specific frustration is clear on his face, in the sharp pinch of his brows and the sharper downturn of his lips. He had ended up somewhat occupied when dawn had broken again.
And apparently, that occupation is going to continue, the sound of something breaking the surface of the water catching Nate’s focus, though all he sees in the water is thick mist. There doesn’t even seem to be any ripples.
Nate sighs, and rubs at his face, not caring about the stone in his hand when he does it. It’s a small, smooth rock, and it’s not like he feels anything beyond a distant chill, and some damp. ”I need a diamond.” The rock is launched across the surface of the water, rising bubbles cutting off its skipping early, not that Nate notices, not now that he’s turned to face the other fully. ”Bout yay big?” He holds his hand up, fingers circled to show something the approximate size of an eyeball. ”I know you can make thing, and something like that only comes around once in a blue moon in the ah, markets.”
If there was anything more he could add about the fate of the Longnight monsters, he would. Hell, he wanted to know himself, and that specific frustration is clear on his face, in the sharp pinch of his brows and the sharper downturn of his lips. He had ended up somewhat occupied when dawn had broken again.
And apparently, that occupation is going to continue, the sound of something breaking the surface of the water catching Nate’s focus, though all he sees in the water is thick mist. There doesn’t even seem to be any ripples.
I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel
You can't tell me how to feel
