Oh, how wrong we were to think That immortality meant never dying
Nate is not a threat, not to her, not right now. Right now, he simply wants to help, if he can, his soft core peeking out of a rough exterior. His single curious eye pours over her, over the details revealed by his starwhal’s light. Brows pinch together, tugging awkwardly at the deep scar that spans his face, his lips pursing as orders begin to bark from her.
Immediately, it seems like a mistake to have answered in Korofi, her body going stiff. The questions that fire towards him are all in the harsh tongue though, so Nate replies in kind. It’s made abundantly clear by every word he says that this is not his mother tongue, his accent awkward in places where it shouldn’t be, and completely wrong in other places. ”Alright, alright.” His hands come up in a show of placating, a scar spanning his left palm in what should be a familiar mark to her. ”Nie beweeg nie.” An easy enough request to follow.
Who would have thought he’d run into such excitement before even leaving Torchline. ”My naam is Nate. Ek is ‘n dokter.” Maybe that would inspire a little bit of trust. Nate certainly puts stock in the words, shuffling his feet and shifting, not closer, not necessarily.
The last question has him panicking and relaxing both. A suspicion quelled, only to raise further suspicion in its wake. ”Nie, dit is nie.” Licking his lips, Nate wonders if there’s an easier way to rip the band aid off, before just going for it. ”This is a different place. It’s... safer.”
Nie beweeg nie - Not moving
My naam is Nate. Ek is ‘n dokter. - My name is Nate, I’m a doctor.
Nice, dit is nie - No, no it’s not
Immediately, it seems like a mistake to have answered in Korofi, her body going stiff. The questions that fire towards him are all in the harsh tongue though, so Nate replies in kind. It’s made abundantly clear by every word he says that this is not his mother tongue, his accent awkward in places where it shouldn’t be, and completely wrong in other places. ”Alright, alright.” His hands come up in a show of placating, a scar spanning his left palm in what should be a familiar mark to her. ”Nie beweeg nie.” An easy enough request to follow.
Who would have thought he’d run into such excitement before even leaving Torchline. ”My naam is Nate. Ek is ‘n dokter.” Maybe that would inspire a little bit of trust. Nate certainly puts stock in the words, shuffling his feet and shifting, not closer, not necessarily.
The last question has him panicking and relaxing both. A suspicion quelled, only to raise further suspicion in its wake. ”Nie, dit is nie.” Licking his lips, Nate wonders if there’s an easier way to rip the band aid off, before just going for it. ”This is a different place. It’s... safer.”
Nie beweeg nie - Not moving
My naam is Nate. Ek is ‘n dokter. - My name is Nate, I’m a doctor.
Nice, dit is nie - No, no it’s not
NATE
