MORGAN
The sordid tale of child sacrifice that Noah wove for her was horrifying indeed and Morgan found it hard to even know what to say; her lips moved but nothing came out: she had not thought Zariah capable of that kind of cruelty. "...I...I am very glad these people are no longer our leaders." Was all she could eventually find to say, shaking her head in disbelief.
The story had at least momentarily knocked her out of her shocked trance and she noticed for the first time just how cold Noah looked. Standing, she reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. "You should head inside. Come." She began to walk to the stairs, talking over her shoulder to him as she went: "You know the people of this Citadel well? What is it you do?"
Well I guess it's only life, it's only natural
We all spend a little while going down the rabbit hole
