[ History is history, new or old, and getting the unprecedented opportunity to fill in a few gaps he's been missing is something Nate doesn't want to pass up, no matter what time it is. So long as Stephen is happy to share, he's happy to absorb.
It occurs to Nate that so much of this feels like the dog days of Hadriel, the panicked and last-ditch efforts to protect people, to build bunkers. Some people rode out the storm while he and others led a guerrilla force in the jungle and Nate can almost feel the sweat sticking his shirt to his back, the damp air choked with smoke and the smell of singed flesh.
His elbows brace on his knees as he listens, thumb absently rubbing his ring finger, nodding along. If he happens to come across any tunnels their use might be invaluable to an operation like this, no matter his personal feelings on how Morningstar executes their work. ]
...you live here, though. [ He points out, curious. ] Why?
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It occurs to Nate that so much of this feels like the dog days of Hadriel, the panicked and last-ditch efforts to protect people, to build bunkers. Some people rode out the storm while he and others led a guerrilla force in the jungle and Nate can almost feel the sweat sticking his shirt to his back, the damp air choked with smoke and the smell of singed flesh.
His elbows brace on his knees as he listens, thumb absently rubbing his ring finger, nodding along. If he happens to come across any tunnels their use might be invaluable to an operation like this, no matter his personal feelings on how Morningstar executes their work. ]
...you live here, though. [ He points out, curious. ] Why?