"Of course you know," Noah nodded. "I want to make sure that the Dark Lady gets what she needs. What she deserves." Then he reached down with his index finger, swiped it against a thorn. He held it up for Fern to see, the drop of blood a vivid crimson and perfectly round. Then the pyrokinetic let it fall with a flick.
"I feel...very strongly about what was shown to me," he explained. "I've walked through this world my whole life feeling like something was missing." That was the truth, and the sincerity in his voice backed him up. "I am grateful."