Nathan looked around and tried to find a way to get the rubble off Hector, who was pronouncing incoherent murmurs. There was a piece of wood that supported the general debris, Nathan pulled it off and the entire rubble rolled backwards and away from Hector. He could tell that the large mam had seriously hurt his arm, he helped him get up to a sitting position. 

"Are you alright?" Nathan asked, Hector responded with something. Nathan then tried to figure how he would help brace the wounds.

"I know Pierre is secretly a worthless scum, but don't give him credit for any of this. If anything, he is probably just trying to capitalize on whatever this shit is. Me? I am just trying to make a sense of what is going on, what is going to happen next?" Nathan wasn't able to do anything about Hector's wounds, so he just kept talking. Figuring someone or something will walk by and lend a hand, or his Venora shit might kick in.

"I just lost a chunk of my fortune to the Chinese earlier, so I will dismiss any theory of Athene working with the Chinese. I would blame him for somehow being the reason I lost the deal, again let's not give him credit for shit he didn't do."

Nobody had passed by, the world was beginning to rot. In a figurative sense maybe, because ever since whatever happened had happened, things had been growing and not decaying. Nathan asked Hector about his intentions. What was he going to do.

"But let's find a way to get that arm fixed first."