- NATE -
Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?
How you know that this is real?
No good answer comes from so much silence, and this is no different. Though, something about it feels different, feels harsher, feels like maybe he's taking it more personally than he really should. "The Climb, huh?" Nate laughs again, the sound nasally and cold, matching the hard set of his jaw. It's funny, right? A joke, from the normally stoic man, as much as it is a sound message. "Don't you think it would just be easier to tell me to fuck off?" It would save a breath, at least, would have saved them from whatever it is Nate's mind has twisted the words into. "Fuck, it'd be nicer than telling me to walk face-first into a fucking oven."
Fine, its fine, its all perfectly fine. He'll figure something else out, crash himself against softer walls to make himself whole again. Asking for help had been stupid anyway. A hand grips tighter around a rock, the last one he manages to whip across the surface of the water before some fresh horror emerges, the ascended too exhausted to even pretend to be surprised.
Leaning back on the bank, Nate drinks in the misty horse, the pale spectre of death, and sighs. "It's obviously a horse." It's the simplest answer, he knows that, but the only one he can offer and still be right. The beast stamps a hoof towards them, clapping against the surface of the water and not leaving a ripple this time, though one does mar the surface of the water when it takes it's first step towards them.
Fine, its fine, its all perfectly fine. He'll figure something else out, crash himself against softer walls to make himself whole again. Asking for help had been stupid anyway. A hand grips tighter around a rock, the last one he manages to whip across the surface of the water before some fresh horror emerges, the ascended too exhausted to even pretend to be surprised.
Leaning back on the bank, Nate drinks in the misty horse, the pale spectre of death, and sighs. "It's obviously a horse." It's the simplest answer, he knows that, but the only one he can offer and still be right. The beast stamps a hoof towards them, clapping against the surface of the water and not leaving a ripple this time, though one does mar the surface of the water when it takes it's first step towards them.
I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel
You can't tell me how to feel
