[It doesn't get better. The more time goes by, the more Nate is able to swallow the screams that still come out, because if he starts he might never stop. But it doesn't hurt any less and he's no more able to do anything but exist than he was before.
He's like a ghost in his own home, drifting. When the doorbell rings, he stays where he is a few moments before sighing and getting up to drift toward the door. When he opens it and spots the Iron Bull, he doesn't really react.]
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He's like a ghost in his own home, drifting. When the doorbell rings, he stays where he is a few moments before sighing and getting up to drift toward the door. When he opens it and spots the Iron Bull, he doesn't really react.]
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