Noah rolled them over so that their were both on their sides, staring each other in the eye. He shifted some to get more comfortable on the warm rocks, angling his arm to rest his head in the palm of his hand and his elbow against the rocks. "I...don't know what to do about Halo. It is still not advisable for Deimos or I to return...at least not to the Citadel. The Order told me about a relic trapped in the Sea of Glass. There is a possibility they will ask me, as well as Deimos, to help retrieve it. We're still figuring out all the details..." He let his thought wander off for a moment, nearly unable to keep everything straight as he looked into her eyes. "I just want you to stay safe. I don't know what the right answer is. I don't...there is just so much I don't know. I think I will return to Stormbreak, if only briefly. I need to gather some more information, get some more bearings beneath me. I need to figure out what the next right answer is." He sighed, the indecision clear in his mind. He didn't know what they should do right now -- Noah just needed to get as much knowledge as he could. "I wrote a letter to Ronin, asking him to meet with me so we can discuss some things. He is a part of the order, and is the demigod of Vi's herald. I think I will need to work with him closely."
Noah Olson When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise |
