[center][b]South-West Block - Nathaniel[/b][/center]

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Nathaniel stood looking down at the babbling man, a faint smile on his face. Clearly this one had been a sinner and a weakling, one who tried to step into the divine and was repelled by its guardians. Sinners could be redeemed, but only if they had the strength to fight for their life. This one had not been strong enough, and Nathaniel would offer no comfort to such a man. Nathaniel heard Captain Derek's explanation of their options as he turned away from the madman, but he didn't pay them much attention. His eyes were on the fog, the beautiful, glorious fog, and the signs of battle within. Perhaps some people pure of heart were inside, or maybe they were sinners who came to fight for their absolution and were more or less succeeding. Whichever one it was mattered naught to him, for all who survived would be cleansed and come out as equals.

After the Achilles Heel flew away, something the Captain had said wormed its way up into his mind. They could go into the fog? The skin on Nathaniel's arms writhed, the parasites beneath seeming to pick up on his excitement. Dare he enter the kiln of his own divinity so soon? He was not yet omniscient so he had no way of knowing what would happen if he did, but... The writhing of his skin subsided. Nathaniel felt it deep within himself, a rock-hard certainty that this was the proper path. He had come to be tested and tempered in this holy forge, to be molded into the seed of godhood before shedding his mortal form and ascending to his rightful place in the heavens, so obviously he was meant to go in and start the process now.

Chris, the bald one, spoke up about not wanting to sit around. Nathaniel silently concurred, and decided the man was probably a sinner but that he had a good chance of having the strength to earn absolution. As the man continued to talk, Nathaniel made sure his gas mask was in place and secure, and that his gun was ready to go. He wasn't very familiar with the thing, and sometimes he still forgot to flip the safety off, so he triple-checked it to make sure everything was in working order. By the time he was done, so was Chris with his talk of some turret. Nathaniel wasn't sure what a turret was, but he figured the man knew what he was about. He took a moment to collect himself, to get his thoughts more in line with those of the average mortal, before he spoke up.

"I think we need to move forward. Our objective is to save those who braved the fog, and they're in there fighting. Maybe the biologist or the pilot are in that mess right now and may die without us. We can't risk that. I'm going in, and all of you should too, but I won't fault anyone for fear in the face of this danger." With that Nathaniel moved forward, gun held at the ready, and made for the tank to use it as cover and plan out his next move. He would go from cover to cover moving forward as best he could, on the lookout for danger and ready to fire at anything that came at him with hostile intent, until he could meet up with the survivors inside.