[Elena didn't make it. It's a loss that doesn't sit well with her-- won't sit well with Nate, to say the least-- but it does mean that where Chloe was previously unable to lend a hand she can trace his footsteps down into the twisted, tangled trunk that is the 'sacred' tree of life. A machine meant to turn men into monsters.
Because he can't face down Lazarevic on his own-- can't possibly--
And it's eerie how little sound there is, working her way through woven branches, down into the heart of Shambhala. Eerier still how that silence carries till she catches sight of Nate's silhouette stuck out against a fragmented azure glow. She hardly notices the crumpled bodies slumped down beneath deep, bottomless cast shadows.]
Nate...? [She doesn't need to notice to put two and two together.] What did you do?
/ruins everything
Because he can't face down Lazarevic on his own-- can't possibly--
And it's eerie how little sound there is, working her way through woven branches, down into the heart of Shambhala. Eerier still how that silence carries till she catches sight of Nate's silhouette stuck out against a fragmented azure glow. She hardly notices the crumpled bodies slumped down beneath deep, bottomless cast shadows.]
Nate...? [She doesn't need to notice to put two and two together.] What did you do?