MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
In all honestly, Morgan had been expecting Korbin to ask her something difficult about herself. How she dared to still 'follow' Neron, how she slept at night with some death or another on her hands: when he began to speak about himself she was surprised and it took her a moment to think the question over, a frown overtaking her face.
"...I think.." She sighed. Morgan had been raised from an early age by her father to know that sometimes one would have to kill in the pursuit of justice, that it was simply a fact of life for the protectors of people. Her first had been when she was 19, and she had struggled with it for a short time, but had soon gotten used to it: never revelled in it, but no longer feared the slow fade in the eyes or the flash of crimson on the snow.
"I think you will grow used to it in time. First blood can be shocking for those unused to it. But if you had not killed the cannibal, it would have hurt you or Loren, or killed you. It was something you had to do and so it was done. You may have to do it again." She had no idea if this was helping, never having been great at emotions or comfort. "In time your mind will let go of it."
"...I think.." She sighed. Morgan had been raised from an early age by her father to know that sometimes one would have to kill in the pursuit of justice, that it was simply a fact of life for the protectors of people. Her first had been when she was 19, and she had struggled with it for a short time, but had soon gotten used to it: never revelled in it, but no longer feared the slow fade in the eyes or the flash of crimson on the snow.
"I think you will grow used to it in time. First blood can be shocking for those unused to it. But if you had not killed the cannibal, it would have hurt you or Loren, or killed you. It was something you had to do and so it was done. You may have to do it again." She had no idea if this was helping, never having been great at emotions or comfort. "In time your mind will let go of it."
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
