"Fuck you, Markerhead..!!" Nate's venom was far weaker then it had been a moment ago, mostly due to the fact that he was wildly out of breath and energy. His RIG was flickering against the wall, but at least it seemed to steady out rather than blink rapidly, as it had been. The insult was pretty out of character for Nate in general, but knowing that one of those "Markerheads" had nearly killed his best friend seemed to lessen his guilt over it. That, and the fact that he was under the impression that they had something to do with all that nonsense that had transpired.
And ultimately, in his mind, led to Gabe and Lexine's deaths.
Even so, Nate hadn't been able to protect them. He was just as terrible as those extremists.
Nate didn't even raise his head as Isaac neared. It was like he gave up. And in actuality, he had. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't a point in fighting to stay conscious. His hand pressed weakly into his face, and Nate made a pitiful sound, something akin to a groan. He was just Done.
"Just..." Just what? Nate hadn't any idea what to say. He was overcome with exhaustion, with grief. "Why couldn't it have been me." A worthless question, though on Nate's lips, it was more a statement.
no subject
And ultimately, in his mind, led to Gabe and Lexine's deaths.
Even so, Nate hadn't been able to protect them. He was just as terrible as those extremists.
Nate didn't even raise his head as Isaac neared. It was like he gave up. And in actuality, he had. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't a point in fighting to stay conscious. His hand pressed weakly into his face, and Nate made a pitiful sound, something akin to a groan. He was just Done.
"Just..." Just what? Nate hadn't any idea what to say. He was overcome with exhaustion, with grief. "Why couldn't it have been me." A worthless question, though on Nate's lips, it was more a statement.