will heaven step in?
As Remi turned his head to look in the direction Noah had looked, the bear took a few steps towards where the massacre had happened. "That's the other thing we don't know for sure. The only evidence was a slew of bloody claw marks through ice and snow, and, this--" Noah took the time then to shift, his human body wrapped carefully and protectively in traditional Halovian clothing, save for his jacket. Made from Frey to keep him warm against all odds, he never walked without it. Taking a mitten off of his left hand, Noah reached into one of the deep pockets of the jacket and pulled the large feather from it. Though it was slightly disheveled from having lived in the Warden's pocket for over a week, as he held it up for the Lullaby to inspect, the markings on the feather held between two fingers, and the feathers adorning Remi's massive wings, were clearly one and the same.
"I don't know you very well, Remi, but I do trust you, and I hope you trust me. I have to ask all of the possibilities that have gone through my head. Did Ludo send you to bring Morgan down, did you choose to do it, or is there a possibility that someone held your shift?" The hunter had been thinking over all of these things since he had written to Remi and asked him to come meet with him. His gut churned with trepidation at what the answer could be, but as he looked to the manticore, he hoped he could see in his eyes and feel over the bond that Noah was sincere in asking these things out of interest for Halo, not out of accusation or anger towards Remi -- he needed the answer for his people.
will it save us from our sin?
