Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
The moon was high in the sky before the majority of the people left to clean up finally left to find beds and warmth. Noah lingered, standing in the aftermath of the attack. He stared out with cold eyes, running through the list of fallen men that he knew. So many of them had families, children, that Noah also now made note of. There were more bellies for him to feed, to help. He could feel the exhaustion creeping down into his bones, but he could not will himself to follow the rest of the people to the Kraai, or Delphine to his home. He did not even know if it was still standing, at this point. He couldn't think about that. He could only think about what all of this meant.
Weaver was set with a crown. Noah had rallied his fellow hunters to take place of the fallen guard. Some of them had pledged their change in career, to stand against any more threats that might bring themselves towards their frozen city. So many men were dead. So many women were dead. His heart hurt, and his head throbbed. In his lifetime, Halo had not seen such destruction and despair. It was horrific. He let out a deep sigh, wrapping his arms around himself. He let his eyes move, then, and they fell on the Captain. Noah knew of her, knew of her work and of her father, but had no relationship with her. Seeing as now he had brought people under her orders, there no was better time. He closed the majority of the distance between them, but stopped just a few strides from her. "We lost a lot of good warriors. I'm sorry." He was no master wordsmith, but he was an honest man. |
