noah
I feel the pages turning, I see the candle burning down before my eyes
Like Deimos, Noah had spent the day reacquainting himself with the world he had known so well. Unlike the Sword, however, the Sentinel found himself meeting with the people he once fed, the soldiers he grew up alongside, checking in at the market, and making sure that the people knew he had returned -- for them.
Finally, when he was exhausted from the extroverted nature of what he had chosen to do, Noah took to his own walk along the perimeter wall. The looming figure of the once-general was hard to miss, and Noah wasted no time in closing the distance between them. He could spend his whole day meeting with people and helping meet needs, and feel exhaustion in his bones, but a conversation (or, even being in silent company with one another) with Deimos never felt exhausting.
"It feels weird, doesn't it?" He broke the silence, lifting a brow to the Sword as he neared his side.
