I’ve seen suns that were freezing

Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight The audacity with which the Wild Thunder stood before the Forsaken only made Noah's muscles turn to stone along his shoulders and in his neck. The Forsaken did not move, but merely bristled against all of Sah's words. His lips curled into a snarl before he laid into him. The one, with the rest of the world, had abandoned and forgotten his wife until it was convenient for them. "You don't even know the extend of how in bad of a spot she was. I had to carry the husk of my wife for seasons, and no one else cared or helped. Everyone turned away from her, and all she had was me. Of course I was going to do anything to protect her." Noah didn't move from his spot, and his pulsing celestial energy only glowed brighter and broader. "So until you've been put in the same position, I will hear no more of this." He said, the tightening of his jaw setting against his teeth solidifying the point. This conversation was done.