Noah couldn’t help his broad, proud smile as they talked about his twins. More work or not. ”They’ve changed everything for me.” He said and chuckled some, shaking his head. ”Ive been showing them off relentlessly. Deimos even held them.” He said, a twinkle of youthful delight and trickery in his gaze. ”But they are a lot of work. It feels worth it, though. I’ve had times where sleep was just as elusive, and my time was just as spent, but none of it fueled me in the way it does when I look in their eyes.” All of this, he knew he could share. He knew, behind and beyond the shadowed heart of Ludo’s demigod there was an inescapable, unending love for his children.
”We are great. Stronger than ever in our love. But Cordelia…she’s not been the same since the war.” Noah shifted his gaze to look out over the Greenwing. ”During the battle, she left. She didn’t stay. She would have died, and I had asked her to keep herself safe first. I had asked her to be selfish, to think of me and us and herself.” It cost her. It cost her more than Noah could have ever anticipated. The One Shot was her new name, no longer The Shrike. It wasn’t Noah’s first bout in selfishness, but it was the only time his selfishness affected more than just him. But the world didn’t know that. The world didn’t know that the oldest Limore girl had been blanketed in a facade of cowardice because of the love she held for the oldest Olson boy. ”So she’s been reclusive.” He turned his eyes back towards Remi. ”She hasn’t seen anyone except myself, her mother and sisters, since our wedding.”
