after the fact

I never stopped to think of you
I'm always wrapped up in things I cannot win

When it came down to it, they were now all ready for their next plans. Noah had no more to offer. With Ronin, he stood. He looked to each of the men gathered and nodded firmly to each, then reached for Ronin's hand to shake, and a steadiness remained in Noah’s chest. For once, the weight of strategy didn’t feel so solitary. He trusted them. They were cut from different cloth, forged in different trials, but none lacked conviction.  He could feel it: the ground beginning to shift beneath them. And for the first time in a long time, he was ready for it.

Then we'll be at it.

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Noah out

the forsaken

You are the antidote that gets me by
Somethin' strong, like a drug, that gets me high

When Noah looked to him Hadama simply nodded, a silent pulse of willing agreement in the Bond. He would be there when he was needed. @Ronin’s faith was likewise met with a solemn acknowledgment. If they are offered, I will use them. But the relics were not his to claim or volunteer, in the end. The Tidebreaker reached for a peanut and contemplated it as the meeting broken apart. The choice to pursue Dahlia held a great deal of risk after seeing an infection take place during the pool party. It had been swift, with no chance for the courier to avoid it.

Something to consider when facing any member of the Family, not just Vox.

But as Ronin and Noah stood, Hadama popped the peanut in his mouth and joined them. ”Thank you,” he rumbled with a nod for the drinks and snacks. He would see most of them again soon, one way or another.

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Hadama out