[ Nathan's problem has always been a tendency to believe what he wants to be true, rather than necessarily the immediate acceptance of what's right in front of him. He works in a town where his objectivity isn't much compromised, and his intuition is good enough that physical evidence most often supports it, but--
There are exceptions. (Of these, Duke would probably claim to be the most significant.) What this means, though, is that it's not hard to manipulate him; ever since he started letting himself feel anything again he's close to dangerously ruled by his emotions. He's nowhere close to capable of understanding a position in space, and time, in the world as it's touched on and shaped by others, where the track back to oneself can only be blazed by cauterization, limned with and loosened by blood.
On the level that means he's been going everywhere armed since he came back, he understands the need for preparedness, and he'd have to be much blinder, more stupid and more cruel, not to grasp the difference between a grown man with the authority and freedom to wear a gun, and a young woman with a taser--he just doesn't understand how they intersect. Where Abigail sees him standing.
So at her posture his voice and stance soften visibly, reflectively, the camera hanging loose in one hand now. ]
Yeah. Doesn't remember much, but he's okay. [ As okay as death tolling is, which is terrible, but there's no point in belaboring that point. He tilts his head at her, solicitous. ] Are you?
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There are exceptions. (Of these, Duke would probably claim to be the most significant.) What this means, though, is that it's not hard to manipulate him; ever since he started letting himself feel anything again he's close to dangerously ruled by his emotions. He's nowhere close to capable of understanding a position in space, and time, in the world as it's touched on and shaped by others, where the track back to oneself can only be blazed by cauterization, limned with and loosened by blood.
On the level that means he's been going everywhere armed since he came back, he understands the need for preparedness, and he'd have to be much blinder, more stupid and more cruel, not to grasp the difference between a grown man with the authority and freedom to wear a gun, and a young woman with a taser--he just doesn't understand how they intersect. Where Abigail sees him standing.
So at her posture his voice and stance soften visibly, reflectively, the camera hanging loose in one hand now. ]
Yeah. Doesn't remember much, but he's okay. [ As okay as death tolling is, which is terrible, but there's no point in belaboring that point. He tilts his head at her, solicitous. ] Are you?