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[guylining]

i wish i were.

caleb, you have to promise me you won't go looking for a fight with him

[ipswichson]

you had to ask that?

fine. okay. i promise... if he doesn't come for you. i won't stand by nate

[guylining]

of course i did i know you

caleb, him and thorn
they're the same person

[ipswichson]

what? nate how?
you said he killed thorn.

it was a game all along?

[ Fuck, now he really does want to go after him. It was hard enough imagining he did that to Nate, but to use his heart like that was something else. ]

[guylining]

he said they were separate
thorn was a part of himself and he didn't consume him, he reabsorbed him

i don't know, i don't know what it all means, i just know he's here and i don't know how to process that, caleb

[ipswichson]

[ He doesn't text back, he's too close. Using wind to help him run faster, something he had been practicing at but hadn't used until now. He hadn't been close enough to a portal for that.

He comes through the door barely slower than a run. ]

Nate?!

[guylining]

[ Nate's in the living room, seated on the sofa with his elbows on his knees, and his phone in his hands. He looks up when Caleb comes in and sets the phone down.

He's calm, compared to a couple of hours back when he'd been panicking in Nick's arms. The after effects of that attack are hanging on by a thread. He's using this time when he's just too tired to feel very much, to tell his close contacts what's going on. ]

I'm here.

I'm sorry, I should've thought to portal you. Fuck, I'm sorry for all of this.

[ipswichson]

[Slowing down almost instantly, but there's no hesitation. Moving over instantly to join him on the couch, wrapping an arm around Nate and pulling him in close. ]

Hey, don't. Don't even apologize. You have nothing to apologize for, Nate.

[ If there's one thing he knows, it's that. ]

What happened? What did you find out?