bartholomew
"Hidin' away is the same thing as disappearin'," he grits out between teeth that clench so hard his temples ache. "I ain't got nobody attached to me, you sure looked like you did." Kids, Melita, the remaining Ascended. And if he was wrong, he sure as hell isn't going to admit it, not when he'd done the same under the pretense of having nobody to miss him.
"Y'know that for sure? Or did ya just assume?" His eyes narrow, trying to hunt out any hint of a lie. "Doesn't matter if she pisses ya off, she's family!" Lord knows Nate had crawled under his skin too many times for a mathematician to count, but Bart still had the man's name tattooed on his body, still held vigil over his memory two years after his death. It wasn't an excuse he'd personally accept.
Doubt makes his lip curl and jaw feather. "Seems awfully cozy for a business partner then, so I ain't gonna fuckin' apologize. s'what it looks like, and I'm allowed to be pissed at the thought that yer spittin' on everything he gave ya." Including his life, which Bart didn't think Sunjata was worth. Then again, nobody was worth Nate's life in his opinion - not even himself if it came down to it. "You got all the years I wish I fuckin' had with him, and didn't even bother tryin' to keep his memory alive. Just stuffed it all in yer head for yourself and carried on." No visiting with Nate's friends, no memorial, no burial or wake. At least nothing he'd been invited to, which would only incense him further if he'd missed it.
"Y'know that for sure? Or did ya just assume?" His eyes narrow, trying to hunt out any hint of a lie. "Doesn't matter if she pisses ya off, she's family!" Lord knows Nate had crawled under his skin too many times for a mathematician to count, but Bart still had the man's name tattooed on his body, still held vigil over his memory two years after his death. It wasn't an excuse he'd personally accept.
Doubt makes his lip curl and jaw feather. "Seems awfully cozy for a business partner then, so I ain't gonna fuckin' apologize. s'what it looks like, and I'm allowed to be pissed at the thought that yer spittin' on everything he gave ya." Including his life, which Bart didn't think Sunjata was worth. Then again, nobody was worth Nate's life in his opinion - not even himself if it came down to it. "You got all the years I wish I fuckin' had with him, and didn't even bother tryin' to keep his memory alive. Just stuffed it all in yer head for yourself and carried on." No visiting with Nate's friends, no memorial, no burial or wake. At least nothing he'd been invited to, which would only incense him further if he'd missed it.
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
