Chains of Command

"Me and the Healer have not had much social contact." Morgan explained, not wanting to give Jigano the impression he'd been left out of a grand variety of conversations. "He is a competent worker, but I like to keep my relationships professional." That, and she'd begun to distance herself a little from Loren after Neron's 'change', unsure if the man would side with his brother in the eventual fight. She took a drink of water before answering his question, sighing as she put it down. She knew if she spoke without thinking her words would be full of obvious disgust and bitter hatred, which was not the face she wanted to show to the world outside of Halo: taking a moment to compose herself first, Morgan tried to be as objective as she could. "Before Neron, we did not have one leader. A council of our best thinkers and fighters ran the Citadel: I was the Captain of the Guard in this group too." While she'd had issues with the system then, now she practically yearned for it. "Neron was chosen by Eirachi, who made him this palace and installed him as Warden. Most people in Halo are rightfully respectful of spirits, so her decision was accepted...even though he is an Outlander." It was clear, even with her best efforts to hide it, that she was unhappy about that. Morgan Storm clouds abound in the land of my heart And the war-cries fly from the company But I have seen no quarter, my love In the gaping maw of the enemy