NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Taking the cloak so that Noah appeared himself again rather than a floating head, the hunter folded it up and tucked it under his arm. "It will be rather useful. I think we need to start reaching out to people as well. Have you thought of who to reach out to?" The list of names and families that Noah and his family hunted with over the years ran through his mind like a scroll.
"I'm having a hard time trusting Sah after he told me I shouldn't go back to Halo." The hunter sighed and looked to Deimos with slightly raised brows, the exasperation in the memory easy to see. "He can be so rash, and quick. He can't even see it when its happening. I'm just hesitant about what would come out of his mouth in front of Morgan. Not because I couldn't handle the lash from her, but last time she brought in Wessex..."
"Deimos, when the Voice caused the destruction and damage she did in the Hollowed Grounds, how did you feel?" He had heard it before, again and again, but wanted solidification and justification further than he anger he felt in the shadow of what had transpired.
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
