"Most people," Noah says, but there is a little smirk as he meets her gaze.
They're quite clearly not most people which is probably why they never fit in. It took them both down terrible paths in the end, but he doesn't know that he can regret it. He is no longer sick. He is no longer feeling that very same weakness he had felt growing up, all his life.
The hooking her arm with his own makes him pause, glancing down at their arms like that and then back up at her face. There's something quizzical there in his expression. Closeness isn't something he has had with anyone in... a very long time, not one that comes from a genuine place. The question has him pausing too though the answer finally comes. Everyone else knows as it is. It's no big secret.
"The terrible Agent I made a deal with was Attar, and it made me a demon."
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They're quite clearly not most people which is probably why they never fit in. It took them both down terrible paths in the end, but he doesn't know that he can regret it. He is no longer sick. He is no longer feeling that very same weakness he had felt growing up, all his life.
The hooking her arm with his own makes him pause, glancing down at their arms like that and then back up at her face. There's something quizzical there in his expression. Closeness isn't something he has had with anyone in... a very long time, not one that comes from a genuine place. The question has him pausing too though the answer finally comes. Everyone else knows as it is. It's no big secret.
"The terrible Agent I made a deal with was Attar, and it made me a demon."
One of Attar's demons, tied to him.