it's been a long time coming

NOAH

You can only get so far
With no one by your side

Inwardly, he still felt queasy. It took a lot of the hunter's willpower to keep his stomach from churning and loosening the rest of what it had into the snow. He knew he needed to gain his composure. There was no telling if the woman would return to any others and come looking for them. He let his head lean back some into the cool stone. He took his hand and gathered a bit of snow, inspecting it quickly before putting it in his mouth. As it melted, he swished it around and then turned, spitting it over his shoulder and kicking more snow on top of it. His head pounded, so he returned it to rest against the cool stone, listening to Korbin.

He let out a small hum of understanding. Loren seemed to be pressing into the lives of the Halovians on a more day-to-day basis than the rest of the council. Noah tried to focus on that, but the image and the sound of what had transpired still played in his mind. "Well, lucky for you you already know my life story," He chuckled, using the humor to try to diffuse the hurricane of emotion swirling and raging within. Korbin, and all of his words, still did not help bring Noah back to standing on solid ground, but they helped. "So I guess we have to go find Weaver, start another fight." Obviously, Noah was no good at using humor to shake a tense situation.

He looked back over at Korbin, his stone face softening some. "Thanks." What he meant to say was, thanks for being here, thanks for not abandoning me, thanks for not thinking I'm weak, thanks for everything.

A dark storm lies ahead