NOAH
set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes
set it to your woes
Noah was silent as Frey spoke. He focused on their words and let them sink down into his body. It was true -- nature always got its way, always went with how it was designed and programmed. Frey knew that more than any, being herald to the god who orchestrated it all. Though, when Frey asked their question, Noah had to think harder. Was he doing his best? He thought he had been, thought he had been working to be good as he had been raised. He toiled for the government, working to better Halo for all citizens. His labor in hunting kept him on the tundra for days at a time, bringing home sustenance for those that needed it. But...was it all his best? His critical nature wanted to say no, but there was something about Frey's voice that kept that harsh whisper at bay.
The following questions, however, demanded an answer. Noah's mouth opened some before words dropped from his lips, as if they had gotten stuck coming past his tongue. His eyebrows came together as he hesitated on his answer. Who was his family, now? Parents dead, Ezekiel adventuring on the winds, Korbin and Weaver and all other Hales lost to him. He did have friends, though, in the wake of those he had lost. They seemed all able to do their own protecting, and they all even seemed to have Deimos in their shadow, ready to guard.
His answer finally came with some confidence. "I aim to be a sentinel for the people of Halo." Because that answer covered all those that Noah cared for.
feel defiance burning through my teeth
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
