[Arms folded and braced on his knees, Nate is about halfway to dozing off for a nap when Hope appears. He starts awake, taking a moment to get his bearings again, looking up at the slim, pale figure wearing a dubious expression.
Right, he came here for- right.]
Gotta be honest, I'm kind of surprised you came.
[In the sense that he wouldn't have blamed Hope if he didn't. Easing himself to his feet, Nate processes the information a little sluggishly, trying to remember what he'd left off with.]
But I don't know that fighting will be necessary. [This, coming from Nathan Drake. Please contain your shock.] She, uh- she was just too powerful. I think she was talked down, but who's to say she won't just turn around and try to gut everybody again, for fun? You could-
[This isn't his wheelhouse and it shows. Trying to articulate magic - real magic - as a purely normal, average human with a love of theatrical illusions is more difficult than he anticipated. Vehicular terms it is, then.]
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Right, he came here for- right.]
Gotta be honest, I'm kind of surprised you came.
[In the sense that he wouldn't have blamed Hope if he didn't. Easing himself to his feet, Nate processes the information a little sluggishly, trying to remember what he'd left off with.]
But I don't know that fighting will be necessary. [This, coming from Nathan Drake. Please contain your shock.] She, uh- she was just too powerful. I think she was talked down, but who's to say she won't just turn around and try to gut everybody again, for fun? You could-
[This isn't his wheelhouse and it shows. Trying to articulate magic - real magic - as a purely normal, average human with a love of theatrical illusions is more difficult than he anticipated. Vehicular terms it is, then.]
...drain her battery, a little?