a dream from which we cannot wake

Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

It seemed, somehow, like a trap, a boy sitting in front of a clinic, crying, only moments after destroying everything in reach. Admittedly, that wasn't much, but it was still a little sus, if you asked Noe. Which, of course, no one had, but she was here, and she'd seen it, and now it was her responsibility, especially since Torchline didn't have anything like the Dragoons back home, as far as she knew. So, while she would normally run for the hills and report this to the nearest officer she could find, and despite the fact that she was more than a little concerned about why this kid was pitching a fit in the wee hours of the morning outside of a closed clinic, looking like he'd had the shit beat out of him...

Why was Noe out at this hour, when everything was closed and dark, you ask?

Wouldn't you like to know?

So instead of leaving, she put on her best poker face and sauntered up to the boy, who, from what she could tell in the dark, seemed about her age. And the closer she got, the more sympathetic she became, because he really did look like shit, and he really could have used a clinic that was open, and gods, it had been a while since she'd refreshed on her first aid skills. "Hey," she said as she got closer, stopping what felt like a safe distance away. "This is, like, a really dumb question, but are you okay?"

Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie
They say looks can kill and I might try

Noe