Noah had never considered himself closed minded.
He looked at things dynamically, weighed them against the shifting circumstances that defined every encounter across his existence. If someone asked him whether a fucking stupid and vile being could be redeemed, he wouldn't answer with absolutes. He would say it depends. Redemption was possible, always possible, but in the end he would be the one who decided whether the effort was worth the cost, and what exactly that being had done before reaching for the chance.
As of now, Emotive's redemption wasn't set.
He could still go either way on this disgusting being.
He floated forward across the shattered Shelter of THE Loom, his movement slow and unhurried, as if the terrifying information she carried meant nothing to him at all. The multicolored seas churned beneath his feet without daring to touch him. His fair skin held its golden illumination steady, his eyes reflecting cold consideration as he closed the distance between them.
