[There's a pause there. And it could just be thinking - maybe it is. Or maybe it's a matter that is somehow important, that holds some weight. At least, to Nic it does. His eyes drop down, look past Worick and elsewhere. The reluctance to answer even shows in his hands, for that first moment.]
Everyone's human here. No matter what we are back home. Half god, sure...
[But wholly human for the rest. Zero percent twilight. His hands falter as if he didn't really make up his mind to stop there, and he looks Worick in the eye, hoping he won't have to spell it out, just because it's always been who he was as much as what, and it's hard to stare the fact of 'not anymore' in the face.]
action.
Everyone's human here. No matter what we are back home. Half god, sure...
[But wholly human for the rest. Zero percent twilight. His hands falter as if he didn't really make up his mind to stop there, and he looks Worick in the eye, hoping he won't have to spell it out, just because it's always been who he was as much as what, and it's hard to stare the fact of 'not anymore' in the face.]