I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Noah had no intention to try and impress anyone. He wasn't here to be flashy and proud, to stand on the fact that Vi had chosen him. Noah was mostly here to seek answers, to understand what the Order understood of his role, and perhaps what the other demigods might think of it. He did not know them well -- save for Phoebe -- and knew he needed to gain their trust. They would be who he stood shoulder to should against for this war against the Voice. Noah nodded and let all of her words, and the warning they were, sink in. "Thank you for your time." He shifted, then, his feet moving just barely the inch they needed to meet the ground once more and lift him from her examining bed. "There is lots I need to consider and think about before I go meet with Cian." He smiled at her, his sentence meant to reassure her of part of who he was -- he was no rash man who ran headlong into things. He was a hunter, carved and molded by his time on the tundra. He was deliberate and calculated. He took all options into account before he made a decision. He had to -- if he wasn't that way, he wouldn't be here today. Noah reached out to shake her hand again, "Thank you, really." And then he was off because i need to end threads before spring, to deal with the matters at hand.
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