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 urge to do whatever it takes to get to Halo and to fulfill this mission was nearly overpowering. The hunter felt jumpy and itchy as he sat against the arm of Finn's over-full chair. His jaw feathered as Finn spoke, the Sentinel becoming more and more cold stone as the conversation went on. To him, this was more than just about findind relics to help in the war. This was another avenue Noah could take to protect his people -- something that he yearned for above all else. "Despite the difficulties, I would like to find a way to accompany the party you choose." Still, he did not take his eyes off of Finn.
"I don't know much of Tanau...and those that helped free him are either gone, or ascended. What other gods do you know, or would consider calling on?" Noah asked. "I know Deimos well enough to know that when it comes to matters of Halo, the man is willing to risk his life for the safety of those people." Noah contemplated telling Finn what he had told Cian, which was that he still intended to free his people from the Voice and her influence -- and that meant dethroning Morgan once more. Instead, he kept it carefully to himself, for it was another matter entirely. "Deimos is on this side in the war. Keeping him as an ally is something we cannot afford to lose." Noah's tone was firm, and his words rang true far above the fact that he and Deimos were friends. Though he may not have chosen to become a demigod of Safrin, which Noah did not know, Deimos' powers and abilities and blessings from her were too powerful to deny.
"Cian and I are discussing it." |
