Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
Noah did not feel like his question was too puzzling, but perhaps the man did not know where Cian’s office was. He suspected it was unlikely that the man did not know who Cian was, given his rank in this city. The hunter’s arms lowered back to his sides as the stranger stood there, the cogs turning in his head. ”It is okay I can—“ but he was cut off with the sudden recognition of his name. ”Yes. That’s me.” His brows knit lightly together, though he followed at Finns directions either way.
When he introduced himself and his title, it all made sense. There was a thankfulness that came over Noah that he hasn’t become some overnight sensation. For the Order to know about him and his standing in the world made sense. After all, it was probably in Cian’s book. ”Oh? And what does that look like?” he asked, genuinely curious about how the different aspects of the order members worked.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
