It's all terribly ironic that we both wanted the same thing, and ended up fighting each other on opposite sides of the fence for it.

[ Noatak consciously didn't specify -- what did they want? To be the hero and saviour of the city? Or what is all more basic than that, and they just wanted to carve out a new, more accepted identity to forget the ones they shucked off so far out North. Acceptance and joy were far reaching, rarely attained goals in all honesty.

With some embarrassment he realized that he hand still hovered on his brother's arm, and he quietly retracted from him. ]

I should...I should go. You have the public to warn; I'll keep my head down for while. Not the first time I needed to.