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The recent days have left Nathan troubled and confused. First Peter, and then a man who looked, talked, and acted a lot like him. Another politician even. And getting news the explosion was going to happen, didn't help.
And yet it made things simpler. He knows his brother will survive. (But scarred, and hard and cold.) And he'll be President. (But something went wrong, but he can change that at least, right?)
He was sitting at a corner table with a scotch in hand, the surface devoid of the usual papers, and notebooks for writing down campaign ideas and speeches. He was trying to ignore the view of exploding stars nearby.
It wasn't working really.
And yet it made things simpler. He knows his brother will survive. (But scarred, and hard and cold.) And he'll be President. (But something went wrong, but he can change that at least, right?)
He was sitting at a corner table with a scotch in hand, the surface devoid of the usual papers, and notebooks for writing down campaign ideas and speeches. He was trying to ignore the view of exploding stars nearby.
It wasn't working really.