NATE
Bright eyes roll in obvious good natured irritation, Ramoth chancing a move back down to his shoulders when his head tilts. “Woulda been polite at least.” He points out, watching Varus and his disk carefully.
The Order doing what?!” Nate snaps, his voice immediately trembling with rage. He steps forward almost without thought, every part of him outlined in hard, harsh lines, from the stiffness in his jaw to the set of his shoulders to the clench of his fists. Mabel is a name he knows well, one that had haunted him. He’d watched her get washed into the sea, the first time, had watched her walk back out of that portal with the others.
A dozen angry ticks run through body, Nate working his jaw, his fingers tightening and loosening. “What good is his body supposed to be?” His lips curl around the words, a snarl that’s not exactly aimed at Varus, but… it’s not like there’s anyone else to look at. “What happened to having fucking time?”
The Order doing what?!” Nate snaps, his voice immediately trembling with rage. He steps forward almost without thought, every part of him outlined in hard, harsh lines, from the stiffness in his jaw to the set of his shoulders to the clench of his fists. Mabel is a name he knows well, one that had haunted him. He’d watched her get washed into the sea, the first time, had watched her walk back out of that portal with the others.
A dozen angry ticks run through body, Nate working his jaw, his fingers tightening and loosening. “What good is his body supposed to be?” His lips curl around the words, a snarl that’s not exactly aimed at Varus, but… it’s not like there’s anyone else to look at. “What happened to having fucking time?”
But I know that time's gonna take me
I know that day's gonna come
I know that day's gonna come
