NATE
A bright gaze moves past Isla, checking the solitude she's left behind to ensure there's nothing there. "Late night knocks don't tend to carry good things for us." Nate explains with a careless shrug, locking the door behind her. He seems to hesitate a moment, leaning towards the offices before stepping stead towards the kitchen, a vague gesture inviting his fellow ascended to follow while they talk.
"I haven't been straying from home since it happened. I don't want to... I can't be away, if something happens again." Something like Remi. Something like Shaju. That train of thought is exited swiftly, Nate instead focusing on the news Isla has, his brows rising. "That doesn't make any sense." He points out bluntly, crossing his arms. "We know who burnt the Society."
"I haven't been straying from home since it happened. I don't want to... I can't be away, if something happens again." Something like Remi. Something like Shaju. That train of thought is exited swiftly, Nate instead focusing on the news Isla has, his brows rising. "That doesn't make any sense." He points out bluntly, crossing his arms. "We know who burnt the Society."
My legacy will never burn down
What you gonna do when it's your turn now?
What you gonna do when it's your turn now?
