If f l e s h and b l o o d is what you’re after
Noah's agreement, a subdued rumble, resonated with the internal struggle he had faced. His question about future plans pierced the contemplative air, and she spoke her response in the same tone, pulling Noah's attention away from the symbolic chains that he struggled against in his mind. His eyes, filled with a mixture of weariness and introspection, focused on the statue of Vi, while his ears keenly picked up Maeve's response. As she declared her decision not to return to Torchline, Noah's brow furrowed in thought.
"I understand," he began, his voice carrying the weight of it. "Sometimes the path forward lies beyond the familiar. I've learned that change, difficult as it may be, is often necessary for growth. If Torchline is no longer where you find your purpose, then seeking a new journey is not a betrayal but an evolution. Perhaps in forging your own path, you'll discover aspects of yourself you never knew existed." Noah's words, tinged with empathy, acknowledged the complexity of her decision.
Then let the f o o l i s h take the l e a d
infinite inspiration and endless thanks to odd and sky
