Re: Doug and Nate
Politicians, always so correct, always the rehearsed answer. Even in a world where all their powers were gone, in a room with someone who would never be in a position to vote for them. It was almost amusing, especially considering how much of a lie it was. All politicians did it for their own pockets, or egos, or whatever else it was they craved.
Of course the moment the thought entered his mind was the moment Doug decided to cater to his cravings. Irony. Sometimes it wasn't pleasant.
He looked at the bottle as Doug took a swig, a part of his mind telling him not to while another part - hell most of him - wanted to. Closing his eyes he tried to think of the little girl he'd nearly killed, but thoughts of Sam swam before him instead. It wasn't as if he was driving much outside training, a voice in his head said.
"Thank you." He cleared his throat, still not sure what he'd do, but when the bottle was offered to him, he took it. he hesitated for a moment, then took a sip. It was just wine, he could handle it. It wasn't as if it was whiskey.
"Many may have hated him," he then said. "But only one man actually killed him."