[There's a crippling sort of emptiness that seizes his insides when he sees Richie dive for his older brother and Nate knows the feeling, remembers it like an old wound being torn open even if he knows the ending isn't so grisly. Hollow. A desolate cave. The cold.
We gotta move!
No, no, he's still down there-
No, he's gone! C'mon, the boat's just beyond the wall!
No. No, I can't. I can't- I can't leave him behind-
Nate. Your brother is dead. Either come with me, or join him.
He holsters his gun slowly, fingers slipping away from the heat of the grip as he takes one step back, then another. Giving him space, leaving.]
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No, no, he's still down there-
No, he's gone! C'mon, the boat's just beyond the wall!
No. No, I can't. I can't- I can't leave him behind-
Nate. Your brother is dead. Either come with me, or join him.
He holsters his gun slowly, fingers slipping away from the heat of the grip as he takes one step back, then another. Giving him space, leaving.]
I'm sorry.