going under

The sun's coming up

"Yes." Was all Noah said as he composed himself. He gathered every ounce of strength he had within himself, which at this point was not much. Still, the man that had just broken down before the body of his last loved one, he returned to stone. the Sentinel scooped his arms beneath Korbin's body and lifted it. This was not the first time that he had carried the young man, but this was certainly the easiest physically. There was a lightness to him that Noah knew only came from his soul passing on. He only hoped that by setting his body to rest that his soul would find its way to Mort.

Noah followed Maeve away from the mortuary and out into the open world. It was dark, and exceptionally quiet for what he knew of Torchline. Despite the stone covering his face and solidifying his jaw, there was a lump in the hunter's throat that could not be swallowed down. Finally they made it to the boat that her personnel had arranged for. There was a fire raging and, because Maeve knew who Noah was, a woman standing with a bow and a single arrow. Noah set Korbin's body in the boat. Before he could speak, there were a few people dressed in black placing beautiful flowers all around him. Somehow, Noah thought the youngest Hale would appreciate that, though with a Halovian pyre there would not have been such delicacy and beauty given.

Sighing, Noah slipped his boots off and stepped into the shallows of the water. He placed his hands on the back of the small boat--an obvious construction for what was transpiring here--and with only a moment of hesitation, pushed him out into the open water. The woman with the bow and followed him, and as Noah turned to take it from her, she turned to another on her side and took a torch from them. Noah nocked the arrow, and the worker lit it, and seamlessly, the Sentinel turned, aimed, and fired.

The boat ignited.

"May he burn brightly."

But the steel around your heart is starting to rust

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