the VOICE
"Hotaru and Deimos." Is it a repetition? A question? A confirmation? She leaves that for Nate to decide, the Voice reaching out once more to smooth electric hands across his face, cupping his chin.
There is no judgement and no expectation in her, even as he explains what he would like to do. Indeed, she even manages a small smile, a thumb brushing across his cheek. "Of course," she says softly, "that would be foolish. If you were seen. Or caught."
Which... what if he wasn't? What if he wasn't seen or caught? "People will come after you regardless these days, it seems. My bright one, war is on the horizon. You know it to be true as well as I do. Would you wait until it burns another clinic down...?"
There is no judgement and no expectation in her, even as he explains what he would like to do. Indeed, she even manages a small smile, a thumb brushing across his cheek. "Of course," she says softly, "that would be foolish. If you were seen. Or caught."
Which... what if he wasn't? What if he wasn't seen or caught? "People will come after you regardless these days, it seems. My bright one, war is on the horizon. You know it to be true as well as I do. Would you wait until it burns another clinic down...?"
