it's gonna be hard, but you have to start

Noah

we follow our own steps
while our shadows keeps watching us

For the first time in months, Noah felt some semblance of wholeness as the four of them reunited. He knew there was a lot to cover, and there would be a giant mess of roaring emotion, but he did not rush them forward. They needed the time to regroup and take the time to know they still all cared for each other and loved each other deeply. As Cordelia closed the distance between them, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"Sah gave me a brief of what has been happening in Halo the last few months. You will all be interested to hear it, but I think we should settle in." And what Noah meant was, you will want to be sitting when you hear this. It had made the Sentinel feel as though he wanted to set everything on fire, to storm into Halo himself and draw Morgan's life from her lungs on his own. It was a thought he had never wrestled with before. He had ended lives, had killed cannibals on the tundra that endangered those he loved, but he had never wanted to. Not before he learned about what Morgan was letting happen in their home.

The destruction she brought with her decisions.

So Noah sat in the underbrush, his hand sliding down Cordelia's arm to invite her to be near him, waiting for the others to join him as Eira settled down at his side.

the wrong steps
would be not to start this exodus.