I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
He did not want to let go of her until she stopped crying. He needed her to calm down so he could understand the words that she said. Between the sobs and the high (or drunk) she was experiencing, Noah could not piece together why she was so upset. All he could think was that someone had hurt her, had hurt the girls, and that Noah needed to hunt them down and make them....pay.
"Delphine," He said her name softly as she pulled away from him. Instinctively, he lifted his hand and brushed some of her hair out of her face. Her eyes were so bloodshot it was unmistakable, but he did not really know if it was from the crying or from the intoxicants she had consumed. His face tightened and hardened as she spoke, his body instantly prickling at the thought of the gods being behind this. Noah could not fight them...or, he could, but he knew he would die.
Confusion wracked his brain as the rage and instant kill-bot feelings started to subside frrom him. "What...happened...to...the...girls?" He asked, slowly, carefully, his voice barely above a whisper, but still stern and ice cold with worry.
NOAH
