Noah
A firm, understanding nod was all the Sentinel returned to the Sword when the assumption and command filled the space between them. They couldn't let the remnants of the Voice remain. They couldn't let the memory of what she had become, where she had started, and what her people had done live in this world. Knowing history was one thing -- desiring to replicate it was another. The latter could not be permitted.
Once Noah had the fabric from Deimos, he would start on his cloak and vest. He was no master tailor, but he had repaired enough holes in his clothes over the years to understand basic stitching. Thankfully, Deimos' magic was unrivaled and indomitable, and it gave him an easier time with the fabric the hybrid created for him to use.
Once Noah had the fabric from Deimos, he would start on his cloak and vest. He was no master tailor, but he had repaired enough holes in his clothes over the years to understand basic stitching. Thankfully, Deimos' magic was unrivaled and indomitable, and it gave him an easier time with the fabric the hybrid created for him to use.
