The scales that covered the man's neck did not ease anything within Noah. In fact, the inferno still raged, caged and captured and unreadable through the bond and the stoic way his face holds it all together. If you're the one finding them, perhaps you have achieved your goal The hunter thought, as idly as possible. It was Sunjata that stumbled upon him on this day, in fact. Noah had not been on the search that the Flood had been, and had not meant to cross paths with anyone.
The way that Sunjata spoke, though, made it clear to Noah that he did not want to be here, having this conversation at all. I can make this easy for you. I'll go back to my tasks, and you can go back to yours. Noah lifted glacier eyes to those equally as stormy, waiting to see if that was sufficient enough for the former politician. To be honest, Noah did not want to stand here talking to him, either. Everything that Noah knew about Sunjata made him not want to speak with him. From the description of his character, and those he shared a life with, he was not Noah's choice for friend.
