The 8th Noble
Time was a funny thing. It was the one thing you never had enough of while also being the one resource you spent the most of. Time, the very moment where Colette and Valery were now, was a pencil dragging itself across a blank piece of paper, each fragment of a fragment of a moment acting as the charcoal that etched the story across the smooth surface of the paper.
Yes, Valery had currently hidden this thing, but Colette didn't trust that there wouldn't be a people that would come here later once neither she nor Valery would still be alive to stop them from finding or repairing it.
"So, it can't be destroyed?" Colette asked and turned to look at Valery. "If this thing is dangerous it should be destroyed, not hidden."
The ever so short-sighted mindset of a Shadow in the making, perhaps, but Colette wasn't all too aware of that at this moment in time. At this current place on the charcoaled timeline on the paper she could never see, all that Colette saw was a danger and a need to get rid of it.
"Or maybe it could be moved?" She squinted as she looked at the thing. "I don't trust it from what you have told me so far."