your soul is a wall of thorns

Let's decide to be the architects, the masters of our fate

"I asked Frey to help me be a protector of my people." He glanced sideways at Deimos, knowing in his breast that the fellow attuned would understand. While Noah had not known Deimos for his whole life, he felt a kinship with him that was a rare feeling between naturals and outlanders. Glacier eyes moved back to the twilight covered tundra as the sound of the wolves in the distance calmed down.

As Deimos went on, however, Noah's blood ran as cold as the ice that helped fortify the very wall they perched on. He felt the world slow down around him, even as his heart picked up speed. "It is because Morgan helped the Grounds over longnight?" Noah knew that Morgan was tolerant of the ascended living in Halo, but he had no idea of her true feelings and of her ties to them. He had believed, until now, that Morgan had gone out of the morality in her heart. To be an aid to the people of the Grounds in a time where her people were far safer. He questioned this now, as his heart beat against his chest like a warhammer.

What else did Safrin tell you? Noah questioned the warlord, the urgency and panic unable to be fogged out across the bond.

NOAH