[Distantly, Nate realizes this is more risk-aware than he is used to being, but he is still sporting a fresh scar on his throat and arms from the attack in the alley, can still remember the sizzle of burned flesh in the air as the Null rolled through the city like a well-oiled Panzer tank. He doesn't want more people to get hurt, and neither does he want to have to go back to the gods for help. Once was enough, and even then it smarted.
Nate shifts uncomfortably as they walk, the kind of motion that betrays his knowledge that Lance's proposition is equally valid, and probably right.]
You think it's honest.
[An observation, not a question. He pauses, hands on his hips, and frowns at the ground for a moment.]
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Nate shifts uncomfortably as they walk, the kind of motion that betrays his knowledge that Lance's proposition is equally valid, and probably right.]
You think it's honest.
[An observation, not a question. He pauses, hands on his hips, and frowns at the ground for a moment.]
It told me it thought it would die.