NATE
The whistle stops as Nate notices his fellow ascended appear beside him, his head tipping in response to the greeting. "I just can't stay away from a pretty face." Nate chuckles, glancing around the mountains as well before turning to Neron, taking in his careful gait and pausing in the snow. They're alone out here, it isn't as if they need to keep moving.
"The Sword." Nate says simply, knowing that any plan they make will not be half as simple. "I mean... the others would be wonderful as well," his mind drifts to a certain smug, self-righteous reindeer, "but I don't hate them quite as much. And I think you have reason to feel the same."
"The Sword." Nate says simply, knowing that any plan they make will not be half as simple. "I mean... the others would be wonderful as well," his mind drifts to a certain smug, self-righteous reindeer, "but I don't hate them quite as much. And I think you have reason to feel the same."
What's the drive in being alive if you don't know where you are?
What's the fun in getting drunk if you can’t take it too far?
What's the fun in getting drunk if you can’t take it too far?
