the things that I don't know

Noah

if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died

The hunter left the clinic with a stack of papers that said things along the lines of you are healthy and we don't know a lot about your new condition and be careful. He folded the paper and stuffed it down into his pocket, both hands digging deep as he used his shoulder to push open the door from the clinic. He sighed, rolling his neck some. There seemed to be so many people that he needed to find and talk to, but Cian continued to be on the top of the list. He was the head of the Order, and might have more answers for the Halovian.

Completely consumed by his own thoughts, as had been his pattern for the last few seasons, the quickly moving man hadn't noticed the other, dark-haired man coming his way. Noah almost trampled over the man with his hands in his pockets, a mirrored image of himself as he rounded the corner. "Oh, sorry." Noah said quickly, hands lifting from his pockets and raising between them as a buffer, eyes blinking back the surprise he felt from their near head on collision.

then I'm willing to
wait for it