NATE
when you're good
no one remembers
no one remembers
Pulling a deep, unnecessary breath, Nate nods. Spirits are.. fickle, confusing, even more so than anything else in this bitch of a world. But clearly, it's left an impact, drawn something dark and squamous from the Arbiter, something she tugs up once again to show him.
The words Aurelia drops into the room are dense, swirling around until they choke out the balm of moonlight reflecting in Nate's eyes, leaving the bright blue flat. Never has the ascended stillness been so apparent in the doctor, even his usual facsimiles of life paused while he considers. The very tip of his tongue pokes out to ease the passage of his words when they come, his voice soft, and his gaze not lifting to Aurelia's face.
"You can't... you're talking about treating a symptom, as if that will fix the sickness." Tension tugs at Nate's every muscle, his hands clenched in his lap and his jaw tight, threatening to choke his words before they escape. "It's not that simple." Nate's hand comes up to stroke his chin, grip so tight it stretches and pulls his skin this way and that. "And this b- this symptom has more than Hotaru looking out for it."
There are so many moving pieces here, and it feels like they're not big enough players in this drama to do anything more than be caught in the cogs. No hope for recompense unless they're willing to invite devastation upon themselves. "What happens when Remi comes after you for hurting his child?" It leaves Nate simply, rhetorical, despite the way his brows lift, the way his head cocks.
The words Aurelia drops into the room are dense, swirling around until they choke out the balm of moonlight reflecting in Nate's eyes, leaving the bright blue flat. Never has the ascended stillness been so apparent in the doctor, even his usual facsimiles of life paused while he considers. The very tip of his tongue pokes out to ease the passage of his words when they come, his voice soft, and his gaze not lifting to Aurelia's face.
"You can't... you're talking about treating a symptom, as if that will fix the sickness." Tension tugs at Nate's every muscle, his hands clenched in his lap and his jaw tight, threatening to choke his words before they escape. "It's not that simple." Nate's hand comes up to stroke his chin, grip so tight it stretches and pulls his skin this way and that. "And this b- this symptom has more than Hotaru looking out for it."
There are so many moving pieces here, and it feels like they're not big enough players in this drama to do anything more than be caught in the cogs. No hope for recompense unless they're willing to invite devastation upon themselves. "What happens when Remi comes after you for hurting his child?" It leaves Nate simply, rhetorical, despite the way his brows lift, the way his head cocks.
when you're bad
no one forgets
no one forgets
