and then we mend again

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Noah took it in the opposite direction than Deimos had implied, specifically health reasons, but the Sword snorted, shaking his head, with a roll of his eyes. But he’d respect boundaries and lines drawn. “Fine.” Hammering away at portions of the shingles, and then creating new ones, he tossed a few more in the Sentinel’s direction. If they happened to hit the man, then it would be due to the speed or slow reaction time. Instead, he lingered on another tact. “What made you decide on those names?” Perhaps they were of a more personal nature, symbolic, but the Sword wasn’t certain if there were guidelines and Natural inclinations along Halo. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace

NOAH

Noah let his barking laughter escape his throat as Deimos took the opportunity to throw some shingles his way. Noah tried to grab them but missed some and even shook in his crouched position so much that he had to catch himself with his hands. ”No, no.” Noah shook his head. ”In all seriousness, Cordelia’s mind and her body might be in two positions when it comes to future children. This wasn’t an easy pregnancy by any means.” He said between hammering in more shingles.

”Marucs is Cordelia’s father’s name, and then Korbin after Korbin Hale.” Noah wondered if the Sword would remember the raven haired youth. Noah would never forget him. ”Margot is an Olson family name. Several aunts and great great grandmothers. Rose is an homage to Vi.” Specifically, the crimson roses that bloomed and cleansed the earth.

Sun is up, hold on to what is yours
Take up your spade and break ground

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Deimos frowned at that particular aspect of news – not knowing enough to comment, but certainly cautious in the way Cordelia may not heed warning signs. Instead, he merely watched Noah slide around, and then proceeded to hammer in his own set of shingles. Steadying one with his hand, he listened to the symbolism behind the Sentinel and One Shot’s naming process, surprised when it came to Korbin. He had remembered the youth, but only in Attuned form, as they strived to escape the Citadel under Morgan’s climatic, dramatic, and ridiculous show of power. “I recall Korbin,” nodding along in understanding. Homages to flowers and Vi’s roses caused a smile across his features. “Well chosen, then. May they be as strong as both of you.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace

NOAH

Despite the way they chatted and even goofed around, the roof was coming along nicely. Noah worked just as hard as he ever would shoulder to shoulder with the warden whether the circumstances be battle, jest, or work. It was all the same to him, really — a growing of their bond as friends and brothers, gaining understanding of one another, and completing tasks with efficiency.

Once the last shingle Noah had was nailed in, he rocked back on his heels again. ”Korbin was Weaver’s little brother. My baby brother Zeke and Korbin were inseparable until the portal opened. Then Zeke took off. Korbin was too loyal, so he stuck around. When Weaver died, we got really close.” Noah wiped his hands on his pants before placing his thicker gloves back on over his thinner gloves that were better for working in. Huffing out a breath as if to move himself on from the trauma, he gave a smile to the Sword.

”I’ll see you at the house soon, then?” Noah asked, though his question sounded more like a statement and was eventuated by a lifting of his eyebrow. Then, without hesitation, Noah proofed away off the roof and reappeared on his front doorstep, though that part the Sword wouldn’t be able to see.

FIN

Sun is up, hold on to what is yours
Take up your spade and break ground