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 differences in Finn's office to Cian's are not lost on Noah. There is a chair, but it is piled high with books and papers that he dare not move to sit down. Instead, he merely enters the office to which be is beckoned and stands before Finn's desk. The fire, alive and keeping the room warm, was not as grand as the fire that greeted him in Cian's office, but it still made the Sentinel strip his outermost layer and hold it over crossed arms.
He was not sure what to expect from the Spyglass, but it was not the words that came from him. Noah's brows drew together and he took a step back, sitting on the arm of the chair that was full of books and papers. His mouth opened some, as if he would offer some sort of explanation or knowledge of such an artifact, but nothing came out. Taking in a deep breath, Noah held his jacket tighter and looked at Finn with hard, serious eyes. "If Morgan knows about this relic, she has told the ascended." He was confident of it -- he was confident of her ties to them no matter what her mouth said. She shared a bed with one. She was as untrustworthy as they came -- just as Noah thought Sunjata to be. "What do you need to know? There is nothing in the world I know better than Halo." |
