the raven brings on darkness and night

There Noah is - still with that same perpetually tired look, and the matching pigment accentuating the whites of his eyes. It's been a while since Zeon felt the urge to itch at his eyes, and equally long since he found the mascara on Noah acutely charming.

How many times could you wake up in the same tent as someone, trusting their every action to be routine and solid, watching them stare the most ridiculous expressions into the mirror, feel your Iris light up with their middle-of-the-night distress calls, and only to yield...this?

No traitor without a cause. Remember that.