@irestruck
He had never asked for this; never wanted to be a half of a team or have a PARTNER; - have Jean Moreau stuck by his side, forced to watch Riko punish him first before turning against Nathaniel. --- They still weren’t a good enough team. Individually, they were good, but Nathaniel was so used to relying on himself and nobody else, that he struggled with trusting Jean. They collided into each other more often than they did with the strikers.
He wraps the bandage tight around Jean’s abdomen, not even bothering to ask if the boy was comfortable with it or not, stood up and went to his own bed. They needed to rest as much as they could until they’d have to leave for court. Their new injuries would only make practice harder and if they didn’t pull themselves together, the master would personally take care of them. Not even a Wesninski would want to evoke the master’s wrath.
“ We can’t do this if we don’t trust each other, ” he begun, slowly shaking his head and glaring down at his own hands. “ I don’t trust YOU. ” Finally he looked up again, the grim look still furrowing his brows as he pursed his lips. “ And you don’t trust me. ”