noah
I feel the pages turning, I see the candle burning down before my eyes
Noah was not a man who was easily swayed. He could be as cold as the tundra in which he grew up on, as unyielding as the mountains that shielded the Citadel. He had a tendency to hold to what he believed in even if it meant death. He had been shown the truth. He had been chosen. He had decided to stay.
"I've been enough." The Sentinel had no intention of returning to the Hollowed Grounds. At least, not with the Voice in control of it. Hopefully, it would only be a matter of time. Noah had to have a confidence that the side he stood on was the side of victory. By destroying the power of the Voice, and of the ascended, the world would be again what it was.
The hunter watched as the firelight glinted from the basilisk amulet. He did not know what power lay within it like the likes of the Taliesins or Deimos knew. They had seen it, up close and personal. Noah had heard it, felt it shake the earth, but he hadn't seen it. But at this point, it didn't matter to him to have seen it.
