My eyes have come undone
The battle came to an end, and the Eirachi's cry was not lost on the Olson. Noah did not have intimate details of the gods, but all Halovians knew the tale of the icy spirit. Her voice was unmistakable.
They emerged into the world again, ice and blood and fire. He stood for a moment and scanned, taking in the familiar faces of the guards he knew -- those he grew up with, those who's children he had just sheltered and held and comforted. "Delphine, help gather up the wounded and take them wherever the other healers decide is good.", he looks to her and gives her a firm nod, reassuring her that this was the right thing to do. He looked upon Weaver, then, and he moved towards her. Without hesitating, he ran towards her. He could feel the cold biting at him despite his heavy covering, but he paid no mind to it. He would be warm soon enough. She was charging towards the leadership, and as Noah's eyes fell on Neron, his entire body prickled.
Rage coursed through his veins. The Warden had done only what Noah had, but the sound of the Eirachi saying his name, his sin, echoed in his mind. He stood beside Weaver, tall and strong and angry. He wanted to reach out and grab the woman, to hold her and thank her for what she had done and the bravery she had shown. But he wouldn't, not yet. He was her sentinel, now, standing supportive and just as furious.
Too many Wardens had been raised to power and fallen. Too many to count. None of them, however, caused this catastrophe, nor anything near it, in Noah's lifetime. While Noah, admittedly, did not know this Warden or take the time to change the unknown between them, he hated everything about him. Noah's fists clenched at his sides.
His jaw feathered and set, and he anted to spew a thousand words of poison towards the Warden. He glanced to Loren, but ignored his words. This was a time to have this conversation. "What sin did the Eirachi speak of, Warden?" The title, coming from the Olson's mouth, was nothing but an insult.
Let it be the only one
