The sun's coming up
"He would still be alive if I hadn't." Noah choked, his fists curling the dark fabric of Korbin's shirt. He believed that -- all of this, everything that had happened in the last few months, was all his fault and it was all because he was selfish. Noah scoured the tundra for the raven until he finally found him and brought him home. Noah pressed him on towards what he thought was the right path of healing for the youngest Hale. Korbin would had fought the dragons at the Sentinel's side if he had asked him to. Now the boy -- the young man -- was dead.
And it was all Noah's fault.
The tears streamed uncontrollably down his face at this point as he lowered his forehead down to rest it against the raven's. He closed his eyes, unable to bring his breathing back to normal as he sobbed against the boy's face. He stayed in this posture, like he had before, for several quiet minutes. It was as if he were turning to ice himself, the grief and sorrow closing in on the shadowed cavern of where his heart used to be. Ice took no prisoners, and it was consuming him. "I have to honor him. A warrior's death -- a pyre." But for that Noah would need Deimos, and the Sword was not allowed on Maeve's sands.
But the steel around your heart is starting to rust
