Noah
the truth is what remains
the truth is what you save from the fire
"I don't know what else there is for me to fix, Deimos. I've apologized for what I did to you." the truth is what you save from the fire
So Noah simply stepped back. Trust, shattered. Heart, hurt. A balm mentally applied that maybe Deimos never really cared for him or trusted him the way Noah thought he did -- trust he was unwilling to display. Apologies he refused to make. Hurt he caused, unwilling to take responsibility for it.
Noah had. Noah learned -- Noah, too, stayed back from the Grounds to soothe Danta's mind. And for what? The loss of his friend, and probably the scorn of his god.
Noah scoffed, slightly, his mental voice striking again: Noah, you can't do anything right.
But maybe Deimos couldn't either.
"Congratulations, by the way." Because of course Marcus and Cordelia had told him.
FIN
you fight for what you love, don't matter if it hurts
you find out what it's worth and you let the rest burn
you find out what it's worth and you let the rest burn
