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Noah Lazarus ✦ David Shepherd (tankslayer) wrote in thereincarnates,

Noah wanted to be pleased that Riley had trusted him enough to show him this, her unhooded face. He would be, when he wasn't struggling to keep his composure, to not weep at hearing how very close he was. Four days to Nottingham, and then... yes. Only a few more to Gilboa. To home. A little more than a week, and Noah's journey would be over at last. No more time spent lost and wandering. No more wasted years, wondering if the people he loved were still alive. If they still remembered him. If any of them still hoped that he'd be coming home, someday.

Head ducked, he stared at the ground and blinked back the moisture in his eyes. So close to home... but part of him was certain that it would only be yanked away again, as cruelly as it had been every time he'd thought that, perhaps, he would be able to find his way back at last. Every time he'd left the last person to delay him on his travels, every time he'd thought that surely this time, he'd be able to find his way back to someplace familiar, it was as if the gods (or one particular god) had laughed in his face and cast him back out to wander, to suffer, for even longer, only to end up even more lost than he had been before. As close as he was, he ought to be able to make it back without any troubles at all. He'd thought that when he'd first left the war, too.

"Are you returning to... Locksley?" Noah was less familiar with it, but he knew it was between Nottingham and home. Knew that he'd have to pass it to get there, or at least pass by the way to it. It was cowardly, maybe, but he didn't want to set out on the road toward home alone. Not this time. It wasn't as if company would stop the god he'd angered, the god who had cursed him to wander, if he truly decided that he wasn't ready to let Noah find his way home, yet. But... Noah had never been meant to be alone. He wasn't built for it, he thought, wasn't made to be the sort of man that spent years upon years alone. He felt better, with a companion at his side.

If Riley wasn't returning to Locksley, though, if she was going elsewhere, he wouldn't press for her to accompany him. He wanted to. He wanted to offer her whatever sort of payment she'd like, if she'd just help him make certain that this time, this time he got back home in truth. Of course, he had nothing to offer. He had nothing left, except the fire that he'd already invited her to sit by. Nothing that he could refuse to share with her freely and still be the sort of person that he thoguht he was, that he wanted to be, even after all these years. "I wouldn't mind a little company, on my way. I've been alone... for a while."