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"Noah Olson."It has been a year and a blink since Vi last looked upon Halo's Sentinel, since he chose this man to be his light, to shine in the world's darkest hour.
And shine he did, and has done every day since. If ever a paragon of life existed, Vi could look upon Noah and be content to name him such.
"Speak."
The Sentinel will not be able to see his god, and yet he is there all the same, in every breath in Noah's lungs, in the blood that pumps in his veins, the warble of his vocal chords as he conjures his words.
