Nathan
Nathan got up off the floor, panting as blood pooled from his mouth and nose. They were getting worse. The seizures and the pain from the visions...
"I'm going, alright? I'm going," he told the empty room.
"Things to do, yeah, I got that..."
He walked over to the bath room and spat blood into the sink before starting to clean himself up.
With a whispered word, Loki nodded then placed his hands over the mutant's scarred eyesockets. Soon, brown eyes blinked and Nathan nodded his thanks. Loki shrugged and turned back to sharpening his sword.
In ten minutes, he was gone, boots on his feet and cards in his pockets.
"Going again...hope I know where it is I'm going..." he murmured before he set off down the road.
Xavier sighed and opened his eyes after he watched the insane mutant strike out confidently. Determination sparking through Nathan's fractured mind as he walked. At least he had taken a lot of stakes with him...
Nathan could feel the stress leaving him as he walked on, no human contact...god, he'd missed this. He'd only stayed because of lil' red and now she was gone...obviously he had some other work to do. He'd get there when he got there, but for now.
Silence.
Tranquility.
No *people*.