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How dare you make sense. There’s a hint of embarrassment in Nate’s mental voice as it reaches out towards Wessex along with his arms, the Demi-god aiming to pull himself up onto the metallic bird and out of the range of the landshark. He doesn’t want to have to split his focus, not now that there’s a bigger threat on the horizon.
Next to the Demi-gods, the rest of the group doesn’t even register on Nate’s radar. Even Ray melts into the background of his mind while he tries to weigh the encounter, maybe, between him and Wessex, they could do something? But what worth was it if it wasn’t permanent? If it only served to enrage the other?
Think they’ll be civil?
Nate reaches up to climb up onto one of Wessex’s talons
Next to the Demi-gods, the rest of the group doesn’t even register on Nate’s radar. Even Ray melts into the background of his mind while he tries to weigh the encounter, maybe, between him and Wessex, they could do something? But what worth was it if it wasn’t permanent? If it only served to enrage the other?
Think they’ll be civil?
Nate reaches up to climb up onto one of Wessex’s talons
NATE
