[The Garden] Praeceptor of the Reliquiae

[Nox]

The Gates were in sight. Eliot and Helena were ahead of them. Eliot didn't need him and they could go do whatever they needed and Nox watched as they passed through then stopped. He reached through the slick the horde left behind and pulled the power to him and wove a bubble of warm air around him. He didn't tie it off he held the power. It wasn't showing off, not to Jay, it was just staying warm unlike before he didn't need to freeze his ass off. And the Ascendancy wasn't close, he wouldn't be struck down for grasphing the power. Though he still saw the weaves of the lightning clearly -- he wished he could forget them.

"Life is good." Nox shrugged with a half smile. It was life. He wasn't dead. He had a life -- a job -- a family. Even if he didn't have exactly what he wanted. Which may or may not be sitting around the corner somewhere. Nox didn't take his eyes from Jay to look around. He didn't want to know. He didn't really want to see if that really was Raffe here. He didn't want to know what Raffe wasn't sharing with him. He didn't want to share so Nox didn't want to know. "I can channel again. I can feel again. What couldn't be better." Though the words dripped with sarcasm. "I'm glad you found someone." Though Nox had known there was someone Jay was with. He didn't know who, hadn't asked. but there had always been someone. And it wasn't him -- it wouldn't ever be him. That seemed to be the story of his life. "And I hope the place is safe from all this bullshit." He looked over to where the car for Eliot and Helena waited. "This isn't going to get any better than what is currently out there."