I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Noah didn’t totally blame them—he couldn’t. But he wished it were different. Noah knew he couldn’t walk away—not from this war, not from the line he’d drawn in the dirt with his own blood. The void—the Family—didn’t care who was tired, who was grieving, who had already given enough. It would keep coming, and they had to hold the line. Maybe it would cost him—his body, his peace, whatever he hadn’t already spent. Even broken, he could still stand.
And standing had to be enough.
Nodding firmly to the warden, Noah turned and stepped towards him. ”I’d like to continue to help in the fight. I’m more than willing to go on the next excursion.” Noah said, offering his hand to Deimos to shake before he turned to depart. He took a few steps before blinking out of sight, teleporting home to his children.
FIN
And standing had to be enough.
Nodding firmly to the warden, Noah turned and stepped towards him. ”I’d like to continue to help in the fight. I’m more than willing to go on the next excursion.” Noah said, offering his hand to Deimos to shake before he turned to depart. He took a few steps before blinking out of sight, teleporting home to his children.
FIN
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