Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
Noah nodded once, slow and quiet, the weight of it all settling between them. Ronin’s words weren’t offered lightly, and Noah didn’t take them that way. The hand on his arm was steady, and for a moment, Noah let himself feel it—anchor and ache, shared grief.
”Yeah,”he said, voice low. ”There’s space in me now where she used to be. Cold space. And I keep trying to build around it, but some days it still feels like I’m walking with a hole in my chest.” He looked away for a moment, eyes drawn to the soft glow still lingering from the seal. “But you’re right. It takes time.”
He paused, then looked back. “I’m glad you’re still here, Ronin. And I’m sorry you know what this feels like. Seren deserved more time. Cordelia too.” His jaw flexed. ”But if we’re still breathing, there’s still work worth doing.”
”Yeah,”he said, voice low. ”There’s space in me now where she used to be. Cold space. And I keep trying to build around it, but some days it still feels like I’m walking with a hole in my chest.” He looked away for a moment, eyes drawn to the soft glow still lingering from the seal. “But you’re right. It takes time.”
He paused, then looked back. “I’m glad you’re still here, Ronin. And I’m sorry you know what this feels like. Seren deserved more time. Cordelia too.” His jaw flexed. ”But if we’re still breathing, there’s still work worth doing.”
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
