will heaven step in?
Noah didn’t stop walking, but his pace slowed, the weight of her words settling into the silence between footfalls. The grief in them was raw, sharp, familiar. He kept his eyes on the path ahead, scanning for thorns, for hope.
“He’d say the same thing about you,” Noah said quietly. “I know he would.”
He let out a breath, slow and steady.
“Strength isn’t just about surviving what the void throws at you. It’s carrying the fear and still moving. Still fighting. You’re doing that, Alys. For him.” Noah glanced sideways, his voice gentling. “You didn’t fail him. You’re here and you’re looking for a way to bring him back. That’s more than most get.”
The forest rustled softly around them. He turned forward again, jaw tight with purpose. "Alys...can you tell me more about what you said? About your visions?" He asked, eyes flicking between the Seer and the forest floor.
“He’d say the same thing about you,” Noah said quietly. “I know he would.”
He let out a breath, slow and steady.
“Strength isn’t just about surviving what the void throws at you. It’s carrying the fear and still moving. Still fighting. You’re doing that, Alys. For him.” Noah glanced sideways, his voice gentling. “You didn’t fail him. You’re here and you’re looking for a way to bring him back. That’s more than most get.”
The forest rustled softly around them. He turned forward again, jaw tight with purpose. "Alys...can you tell me more about what you said? About your visions?" He asked, eyes flicking between the Seer and the forest floor.
will it save us from our sin?
