Noah turned his endlessly blue eyes from the city to the woman holding his hand.
Every measurement he held of Thalia Vasiliou had been taken during a catastrophe. There was the day she fell out of a white pool, bleeding on his grass.
There was the hour her edges flickered, causality collecting its toll. There was the moment she wept because he did not remember her.
All of his data came from her worst hours.
Here, she was home, and whole, and merged!
So he activated THE Protagonist's Omniscient Regard. For the first time since the pool, her existence answered him.
Thalia Vasiliou|
|VERITAS: 99|
|PROVENANCE: 99|
|POTENTIA: 99|
|PONDUS: 99|
|(Current values are weakened. The toll of movement across Dimensions and Time continues to suppress the True standing of this existence.)|
He read the panel once. Ninety-nine, four times, and beneath the columns a parenthesis stating that the numbers were a floor.
