It was an understandable thing, his fear, doing more damage in the span of a second than the icy breath of the dragon's that came before him could have dreamed of. The Sentinel was given a wide breadth, citizens' steps slowing slightly, eyeing him with a gentle remorse as he steps over the threshold of his ruined family home. News of what had happened the night the fog rolled in, wailing at their gates and how the Shrike abandoned her people spread quickly throughout Halo. She had failed them. She wasn't a hero. She didn't belong to Halo anymore. Not in their eyes.
As such, the Shrike no more was a ghost, moving silently among the people. She keeps her head down, hiding her face, bandaged arm cradled close to her chest in a sling as she floats across the slushy mess of the street. Numb to all that's around her, the feeling of fear that hits her is enough to steal her breath as if she'd been walking across the Sea of Glass only to have it crack open beneath her to plunge her into the icy waters below. The bundle of supplies she's holding with her good arm slips, fumbling to the ground as she makes a pained sound, hazel eyes widening as they begin to water.
She can't see. Not for the tears that blur her vision, freezing in her lashes, lungs aching as she struggles to draw in a breath of freezing air that cuts through her throat like razor blades. "Noah.." Cordelia wheezes, voice carried off by the wind as her feet shuffle forward, catching on the bag of supplies that has spilled at her feet, twisting around her ankles. She grits her teeth, scrambling to get herself free, maintaining her balance out of sheer spite as she rushes towards the broken door frame and braces herself there. "Noah.. I- You're-"
As such, the Shrike no more was a ghost, moving silently among the people. She keeps her head down, hiding her face, bandaged arm cradled close to her chest in a sling as she floats across the slushy mess of the street. Numb to all that's around her, the feeling of fear that hits her is enough to steal her breath as if she'd been walking across the Sea of Glass only to have it crack open beneath her to plunge her into the icy waters below. The bundle of supplies she's holding with her good arm slips, fumbling to the ground as she makes a pained sound, hazel eyes widening as they begin to water.
She can't see. Not for the tears that blur her vision, freezing in her lashes, lungs aching as she struggles to draw in a breath of freezing air that cuts through her throat like razor blades. "Noah.." Cordelia wheezes, voice carried off by the wind as her feet shuffle forward, catching on the bag of supplies that has spilled at her feet, twisting around her ankles. She grits her teeth, scrambling to get herself free, maintaining her balance out of sheer spite as she rushes towards the broken door frame and braces herself there. "Noah.. I- You're-"
Cordelia
My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War
