I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
He leaned back from her as she spoke, trying to give her some space to breathe and gather her thoughts. He rested his elbows on his knees, focusing on her. His gut twisted and his skin felt cold. He wasn't truly sure he wanted to hear what had happened, now that the gods were involved. Men, Noah could deal with. He was big and strong and had trained enough to pack a serious punch. But the gods? What could he do when it came to their involvement in their lives? Good, bad, or indifferent, Noah was powerless.
The woman mumbled on, her sobbing seeming to cease for now. When she said Mort, Noah felt his heart sink. For having only surface level knowledge of the gods, and not a lot of knowledge about their heralds, Noah still knew who Mort was. At the funerals of his parents the name was mentioned over and over again, people offering their condolences to the Olson boys by saying that their souls were in Mort's hands.
Noah moved away from Delphine. He stood and walked over to the table, resting on it. His skin felt prickly, and his insides felt like they were churning. It was a feeling similar to the feeling he felt after he killed the cannibal, only a few days prior. "You let them kill your children."
His voice was ice.
NOAH
