She was...she was a...one of them...the Shadow Lords.
No, no way in the nine hells could she have been one of those murderous, backstabbing, conniving, treacherous little vermin! They killed her, like a pack of vindictive, rabid dogs! Nate saw it with hid own eyes! Yet...
The evidence in the Pentex building had been damning, and Nate wasn't the only one damned by it. In the name of Gaia, what was real? Was his mother the Garou he knew so many years ago in Romania? Or was she nothing more than a helpless experiment in the depths of that hell called Pentex? Was Nate the product of a romantic affair between two Garou? Or was he nothing more than a product of a cold, merciless breeding between two abducted participants in some unholy experiment? Who was Nate's father? What, exactly, did he see that many years ago in his youth? What of the Shadow Lord that he saw murder her? What of his sister, or brother, or whatever?
The building was abandoned, but it was abandoned relatively recently. The file had said that Nate was being tracked. Even assuming that no one kept tabs on him after the abandoning of the building, unlikely considering what Nate had heard of Pentex' hatred of leaving loose ends, he was still observed for a good deal of my life. He was observed in my childhood, observed when he saw his mother killed...observed during the years that have vanished from his memories. Were there reports on his travels? Are the missing years of his life filed away in some building, or are they now nothing more than ashes fluttering about the crater that used to be the prison of his mother?
And what of the rest of the pack? Fisk, his father was somehow tied intimately with Pentex. Seras, connected through this 'Bethany' figure, which had some relation to the malformed, yet pitifully impotent abomination back at that hellish building. Morgan, well, she hadn't revealed anything yet, but her reaction to the file was evidence enough in itself. Theylvin...well, Theylvin remained an enigma. Nate had missed something important in regards to him, Nate would have to find out what had happened. They were all connected by this one building and the files contained within. They were not together by chance. There were questions that needed to be answered, even if the answers would burn Nate more than the black ignorance he now resides in numbed him.
Until then, though, dwelling on it would surely lead to insanity. Nate could combat the crippling uncertainty by helping others...Damon for instance. Tainted with the black spiral? Nate felt like he should know what that means, but it still hovered just out of his grasp. Oh well, it it will make her better, Nate would do whatever he could. He had heard of moon-bridges before, part of his training among the Striders was a basic knowledge of rituals. Though Nate didn't know the specific ritual for opening one, he did know that once completed, they'd have a pathway to a far distant location. Excellent, new ground to tread. A perfect way to keep his mind off unwholesome thoughts.