Noah wanted to go. Noah wanted to go very, very much, and it was subtly present inherent expression on his face. He turned to Basch, eyes subconsciously pleading, even as he inclined his head.
"It is your decision, Basch. I will follow it."
Yes, part of it was to get Basch to relax, and to have the satisfaction of saying that he'd managed to wrangle his brother in a heist, but a real part of it was just to go and do something. Something good, something that didn't have halfthe world riding on it.
To enjoy the easy camaraderie between two vrothers that had seemed more like a fantasy with every day since the fall of Landis. And upwards on 7,350 days was a very long time.
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"It is your decision, Basch. I will follow it."
Yes, part of it was to get Basch to relax, and to have the satisfaction of saying that he'd managed to wrangle his brother in a heist, but a real part of it was just to go and do something. Something good, something that didn't have halfthe world riding on it.
To enjoy the easy camaraderie between two vrothers that had seemed more like a fantasy with every day since the fall of Landis. And upwards on 7,350 days was a very long time.