Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
The tears did not last long as Morgan spoke again. Noah was able to blink them back and swallow down the lump in his throat enough that he could ignore it for now. He was sure it would all explode when he was alone, and he might let it. Pulling his cloak tight against him, Noah took a few steps forward and sat down, leaning against a clustered mix and ice and stone. Sitting felt good, even though he knew that the terrible cold would grab hold of him eventually.
"Noah Olson." He gave her his name, looking out before him. He wasn't sure if Morgan would sit with him, but he gestured that she was welcome to. "I'm a hunter, so I get to know a lot of families in Snowcloak." It was true--while Noah was unversed with the higher ranked members of Halo, he was intimately aware of the everyday people. "I don't think you'll have to inform them," They knew if their family was dead, Noah was sure of that, "But knowing where to go and who to see to give personal condolences might be beneficial for you." Aside from being a hunter and providing for a lot of families in Halo, even families of the guardsmen, a great deal of them had been around his age. He knew them from growing up. "Eli N'ente was one of you guard. He has a wife and a brand new baby. She's not even seen an entire year. They are my neighbors. Kali Stummor's husband hunts with me often, and I'm not sure what he will do without her now." All of their faces danced behind his eyes, and his voice was full of sorrow. "Canin VanDere was a new member of your guard, barely old enough to make his own way in this world, and all he had was his elderly father. I can see their house from my bedroom window." He could go on, if she wanted, but Noah thought that his point was solid. She was right -- she needed to know about the lives of the people that chose to sacrifice them for the safety of Halo. |
