[se] we can't go on together

I was born into the light Under wide and open skies He had forgotten how quickly his compass took him from one place to another. The cold air hit Noah's lungs and sent a wave of palliation through him that nearly brought him to his knees. He sucked it in deep until it hurt, standing in the open-most space of the Citadel, and laughed. He laughed until tears stung the corners of his eyes. People walked passed him and greeted him with excitement, waving and smiling and patting their friends on the arms to point out his presence. He was home. Home. The last time Noah had been gone from Halo this long was when the ascended attacked and Morgan stole away the land and the people with her unruly, demanding, atrocious iron fist. It had been Vi's ruling this time, but it had been just. Just and fair and yet merciless. It was what Noah needed to have learned the best from the deity. He was glad he had, and he was glad he could traverse Caido once more. But he wouldn't hide away here like he had before. No, there was more work to be done and healing to deal, but for now, Noah waved to the Halovians and breathed in the frigid air. Noah Olson the sentinel of the north

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