Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
Noah’s gaze lingered on the fire as Sohalia spoke, the steady crackle filling the space between her words. The fire shifted, a log collapsing inward with a soft burst of sparks. "It is." he agreed, "What we can do, all the facets we can connect," His eyes lifted briefly to her, a faint softness there, before drifting back to the flames, "it changes how I see things. The world doesn’t feel as separated."
Her next question held him a moment longer. Noah exhaled slowly, the breath visible as it curled and vanished into the cold. "Vi did," he said plainly. There was no pride in it, no hesitation either. Just truth, steady and unembellished. "At the time there weren’t many options." His jaw shifted faintly as he considered how much to say, how much mattered. "The heralds were still trapped behind the barrier in the Hollowed Grounds. Safrin included."
He took in another breath, then turned to start to gather more brush for the fire. There had always been a quiet thread between him and Vi, whether he had understood it or not. Vi had been the one to attune him as a child -- long before titles like Sentinel or demigod had ever touched his life. Before he had known what it meant. Maybe that was why. Maybe it had never been coincidence at all, but a path set beneath his feet from the very beginning, one he had simply continued walking.
"But the big three are quiet." He said as he hauled a large limb still fullo f branches, even though it was long dead from having fallen under the weight of ice. "I didn't follow any gods for a long time. Not until the barrier fell, and outlanders and Grounders were able to come to Halo, and Halovians elsewhere." He grunted as he tossed it onto the pyre, the flames catching it easily and brightening the clearing again. "It was other people's faith that brought my way back to the gods." But it had been Frey, until Vi anointed him.
Her next question held him a moment longer. Noah exhaled slowly, the breath visible as it curled and vanished into the cold. "Vi did," he said plainly. There was no pride in it, no hesitation either. Just truth, steady and unembellished. "At the time there weren’t many options." His jaw shifted faintly as he considered how much to say, how much mattered. "The heralds were still trapped behind the barrier in the Hollowed Grounds. Safrin included."
He took in another breath, then turned to start to gather more brush for the fire. There had always been a quiet thread between him and Vi, whether he had understood it or not. Vi had been the one to attune him as a child -- long before titles like Sentinel or demigod had ever touched his life. Before he had known what it meant. Maybe that was why. Maybe it had never been coincidence at all, but a path set beneath his feet from the very beginning, one he had simply continued walking.
"But the big three are quiet." He said as he hauled a large limb still fullo f branches, even though it was long dead from having fallen under the weight of ice. "I didn't follow any gods for a long time. Not until the barrier fell, and outlanders and Grounders were able to come to Halo, and Halovians elsewhere." He grunted as he tossed it onto the pyre, the flames catching it easily and brightening the clearing again. "It was other people's faith that brought my way back to the gods." But it had been Frey, until Vi anointed him.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
