Noah sat in silent understanding. If Deimos wasn’t willing to relive it, nor even tell Noah, then it was truly a horror. The Forsaken’s stomach twisted and his face couldn’t be stopped from shifting into a grimace. He would not press the issue, for he knew his friend. They had shared in an amount of horrors together that was enough for a lifetime (and it wasn’t even all of what Deimos had lived through). To keep Noah away from this, to protect himself from seeing it again and again—well, there was too much to be said on it.
Darkness hid behind his eyes and he nodded again, following Deimos’ gaze for a moment before asking, ”Is there anything else you have for me?”
Darkness hid behind his eyes and he nodded again, following Deimos’ gaze for a moment before asking, ”Is there anything else you have for me?”
Noah Olson
the forsaken
