[ Bitterness, maybe. Exhaustion for the most part, a bone-deep sort of weariness that clings to him when he gets up in the morning, follows him around like a shadow all day, and crawls into bed with him only to hog the blankets. ]
Oh, so, Hadriel all over again, huh? [ Nate says, light and conversational over his cup. ] This must be Purgatory. Or like- the myth of Prometheus. Cursed to have your liver eaten every day for the rest of your li- you know.
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Date: 2020-11-20 05:42 am (UTC)Oh, so, Hadriel all over again, huh? [ Nate says, light and conversational over his cup. ] This must be Purgatory. Or like- the myth of Prometheus. Cursed to have your liver eaten every day for the rest of your li- you know.