every time i think i've finally made it, i learn i'm farther away than i have ever been before
Magic was a new thing within Noah's soul, and even though he was getting his hands used to using it he still did not know all of the rules. Learning that he couldn't use magic while shifted only happened because of Ronin's mistake. If Noah hadn't learned it from that, he certainly would have made his own mistake and possibly endangered someone else. For all that it would become -- a joke, a teaching moment, a story to tell -- it had been important.
"I'd say Deimos might be willing to make something for Remi's hand, too. But, seeing as how he wouldn't accept it from Ludo I doubt he would accept it from the Sword." Noah shrugged as they entered the shop. He didn't know much about Remi, except for remnants from a time and life long past. Delphine had told him of the Remi she had known and loved, but there was something about the way the green-eyed man carried himself now that made Noah suspect that that Remi was dead. He nodded at the statement about the compass. Noah would definitely use it and its power when the time called for it.
"I'm sure they would." Noah hissed, nearly rolling his eyes. "I want to get them out of Halo more than anything. To rid it of the Voice's hand."
NOAH
