He put on the suit.
The Lesser Existential Source Armament settled over him with the precision of something made to exact specification, the obsidian jacket finding his body, the white shirt beneath it, the obsidian tie sitting clean against the shirt.
He adjusted it without rushing, and the Source weaving in the composite recognized him the moment the last piece settled.
Taylor was still sitting on the grave she had dug.
"Wowee..." She shook her head slowly. "You really had to do a whole power move of changing right in front of me like that?"
She said it like a complaint. Her eyes said something else entirely, shining with the appreciation of someone who had seen a great many things across a long existence and was filing this one under things worth having seen!
Noah ignored her and reached for the blade.
THE Sovereign Reckoning came to his hand, the blue-obsidian sheath cool against his palm, and with the suit on and the blade in hand, the picture completed itself.
