NOAH
"It surely is not out of the realm of possibility." Noah said. His voice was mixed with the different emotions he felt about it. Duty and honor and loyalty, sadness and hesitation, all of it rolled into one mess of feeling trapped within his breast. The world was so much bigger than it had ever been for him, and his role so much more integrated.
This was no longer a life he lived just feeding the families, orphans, widows, and broken of Halo. Noah was a part of Caido at large.
It still felt overwhelming at times.
Lifting and working the glass with the warlord, Noah rolled his shoulders back and used his hip to help prop the glass so that Deimos could place the panes of glass within.
Sun is up, hold on to what is yours
Take up your spade and break ground
Take up your spade and break ground
