I tried warning you this might happen. I told you that you didn't know how dangerous he was going to be someday, but you insisted it was all moot. He isn't dangerous, you said, at least not to me.
Sure, I'm safe for now, but what happens if he changes? It wouldn't be the first time someone received one of those 'updates'.
So tell me. What am I supposed to do when that happens to him?
Why do strange things always occur in the subway system? New York was strange enough and I don't remember that one. But being trapped in the London Tube... This is genuinely frightening.
Oh boo the fuck hoo. How are you not surprised that no one wants to be around me for longer than two seconds? There's a very low tolerance for the shit I do (that you make me do) with anyone normal. His am I not going to scare people away when you go into detail about what my ability can do...?
Let's be realistic. How did you describe me once? I'm a seventeen year old habitual liar that gets off on hurting (or killing) animals and would move onto people as soon as I stopped thinking it was generally a bad idea?
You added sicknesses to me. You're just as warped as you think I am. So who the fuck cares if you can't get your rocks off playing twisted shit? Leave me the fuck alone.
[Nathan is sitting in a tree a gnarled staff held in his hands. His left leg twisted and looks like it would be painful to walk on if he was on the ground. His clothing looks sort of Robin Hood like and a breeze is kicking up around him.]
Well, well, well mun it's been ages hasn't it? I thought you'd forgotten about me. We had some good times didn't we? Living in the Fae world has been fun but I'd like to be out and about doing something useful. The world still needs balance right, so that means it still needs me. So lets start helping people I'm not doing any good just sitting here.
You're going to make me a puppet for that damn mask...yes, I just want to be left alone...but...I don't want to be a puppet. I just want to be left alone. (She sighs.)
And let me guess, I won't be saved again...I won't be able to be saved.
I don't want them to get hurt, though...can you at least make sure of that? I don't care what happens to me anymore. (Them being the few people she cares about, whether or not she sees them as "friends" or not.)
Don't go talkin' about personal thin's like that! Honestly...I don't want anyone knowin' about those thin's. They do not need to know anythin' about me that's...well, that. Besides, you'd jus' end up borin' them to death on some of the other details. (She gives the mun a side eye.) Besides someone would probably jus' go complain' and shootin' their mouth off anyway...
Here's all you need to tell them. Nothin'. I can fight. I work in a pub. I had a brother. That's it. (She sighs.)
In any case, it's not as if you're goin' to listen anyway...Oi! That doesn't mean I have to like it or that I'm givin' you a blessin'!
Oh, look at who came crawling back...mind picking up some dedication, first? Or learn how to organize your time? Know what? I'll settle for you having a clue of what you're going to do with me. Anything but sitting here and gathering dust like an old relic.