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Bart's eyes go skyward, searching for patience or maybe just in exasperation that there's so little he can say without it backfiring. "Well fuck me I guess. Mine killed me to get me here, big whoop. Just stop lookin' like I'm gonna smack ya." Nate had always been the type to throw fists, not Bart. He had a slimmer build and a nurse's disposition to stay his hands most days.
Most.
The apology earns a snort and nothing more, though Bart averts his eyes and his jaw feathers. "Sunjata, I don't fuckin' blame you for him dyin'. He's the one who made the choice to be a demigod. The Voice is the one who wouldn't let him sit it out." On top of Nate himself always needing to be in the thick of things. Bart's heart aches remembering a different version of his brother dying in a lonely corner on a lumpy hospital bed, cast aside for who he chose to love. "I blame ya for disappearin'. Even if it makes me a damn hypocrite cuz I did too - but I wasn't Mel's family the same way you are." Late to the game in her payroll of familial ties despite their kindred spirits. He'll grovel to the girl later if she gives him the chance.
"And I blame ya for movin' on. It was a fuckin' year man." The snarl comes out in full force now, because the news is recent for Bart and he hasn't had time to come to grips with it. It's an assumption to be sure, but they'd been real cozy by the fire, and Isla hadn't been an unknown figure in the Wrenzoak household before the war given how entrenched in Ascended politics they'd been.
Most.
The apology earns a snort and nothing more, though Bart averts his eyes and his jaw feathers. "Sunjata, I don't fuckin' blame you for him dyin'. He's the one who made the choice to be a demigod. The Voice is the one who wouldn't let him sit it out." On top of Nate himself always needing to be in the thick of things. Bart's heart aches remembering a different version of his brother dying in a lonely corner on a lumpy hospital bed, cast aside for who he chose to love. "I blame ya for disappearin'. Even if it makes me a damn hypocrite cuz I did too - but I wasn't Mel's family the same way you are." Late to the game in her payroll of familial ties despite their kindred spirits. He'll grovel to the girl later if she gives him the chance.
"And I blame ya for movin' on. It was a fuckin' year man." The snarl comes out in full force now, because the news is recent for Bart and he hasn't had time to come to grips with it. It's an assumption to be sure, but they'd been real cozy by the fire, and Isla hadn't been an unknown figure in the Wrenzoak household before the war given how entrenched in Ascended politics they'd been.
Wake up, or you'll wake up six feet down
nobody's got your back in this town
nobody's got your back in this town
