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'I've been dead for seven years, that's as warm as they get.'

Noah Czerny was a student at Aglionby Academy. He was murdered by his friend Barrington Whelk. After remaining in Henrietta as a ghost for seven years, Noah eventually met Gansey, Ronan and Adam. The four became close friends. Noah is very quiet and introverted. Often, he is shy and nervous, in the face of people, and cowardly when confronted with danger. However, this does not make him unwilling to keep secrets from or for others, or to risk himself to protect those important to him. Noah proves himself to be a loyal, caring friend. Underneath this, Noah is fragile; he is sensitive about his death.

Sometimes it wasn't the energy that failed Noah, it was his courage. 'I was more when I was alive.'

MURDERED
It began another word. There was not enough space left
between the D and the new word, and so the second word
partially obliterated the first. And again, again, again,
across each other:
MURDERED
MURDERED
MURDERED
The writing continued until the driver's side glass was clear,
entirely swept clean by an invisible finger, until there were
so many words that none of them could be read.

Stemming forward, leaning over the hood of the car,
Ronan pressed his finger to the windshield, and while
they watched, he wrote;

REMEMBERED

What if you slept, and what if in your sleep
you dreamed. And what if in your dream
you went to heaven, and there plucked a strange
and beautiful flower. And what if when you awoke
you had the flower in you hand. Ah, what then?
____________________________________

Noah had enough strength to help her, and he
knelt beside her in a friendly way pawing holes
the dirt for the root balls. At one point, though, she
glanced over in the failing light and caught him
placing an entire plant into the hole and knocking
dirt all over it, blossoms included. 'Noah!'
____________________________________

Because it was Noah and no one else, Gansey
could admit, 'I don’t know what I’ll do if I find
him, Noah. I don’t know what I’ll be if I’m not
looking for him. I don’t know the first thing about
how to be that person again.' Noah put the clay
in Gansey’s hands. 'That’s exactly how I feel
about the idea of being alive again.'
____________________________________

Without Blue there to make him stronger,
without Gansey there to make him human,
without Ronan there to make him belong,
Noah was a frightening thing.

'I've got the scars from tomorrow, and I wish you could see, you're the antidote to everything except for me.'

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Hexcore
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'I'm thinking of him, leaving in the middle of the night. Nobody noticing him, nobody asking him. He would sit by the doors, his knees pressed to his chest, fingers against his lips. He would sit in silence, thinking about his old life. Maybe closing his eyes, trying to remember the empty faces. But sometimes the little fighter would just sit there and sigh, tears falling down his face like walls breaking inside him. Only once he had lost hope, jumping, trying to end it all, but it didn't stop the hope growing in his heart. There where days where his closest friends could't make him feel better. But he never showed, kept everything to himself. I wonder how he managed it, to keep strong and act as everything's okay. I wonder how he could bear the pain, hiding it with all of his fragility. Since the moment he stepped to his feet, not remembering a thing, he knew he was walking to desolation. He fell once, leaving him a permanent mark that would stay forever just to be there as a cruel reminder that he had failed himself once. But he would always get back up and keep fighting. His brokenness and fears developed into ivory and steel. That was what made him a warrior.'
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