MORGAN
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Not like this. Somehow, hearing Elena agree with her made Morgan feel worse, as if it were a confirmation from the past that she had failed. Her father had never come up against an enemy quite like this one, but then again, what if that was her fault? She had known Neron was dangerous yet had stepped back and done nothing. She had known. Too patient, too careful. "...I remember my father coming back from the Tundras after those days. ...You are right, though. Nothing at the Citadel."
It was meant to be their sanctuary.
Another reminder of the lives lost and their cost came next and Morgan was beginning to regret not sitting by herself, at least unsure if she was making the sorrow her failures had caused up. Thankfully Elena ended with a assurance, a lifting of the guilt; Morgan peered up as her food arrived and sat with it in her lap, not eating.
"..Thank you. Many will, though. I cannot say they are wrong. Had I brought them away from the fight and towards Loren a moment sooner, there could still be at least some living. I...thought I would die with them, at least. Only the Captain surviving speaks of a cowardly leader." A frown on her face, she determinedly stabbed at the meal with her fork, more aggressively than necessary.
It was meant to be their sanctuary.
Another reminder of the lives lost and their cost came next and Morgan was beginning to regret not sitting by herself, at least unsure if she was making the sorrow her failures had caused up. Thankfully Elena ended with a assurance, a lifting of the guilt; Morgan peered up as her food arrived and sat with it in her lap, not eating.
"..Thank you. Many will, though. I cannot say they are wrong. Had I brought them away from the fight and towards Loren a moment sooner, there could still be at least some living. I...thought I would die with them, at least. Only the Captain surviving speaks of a cowardly leader." A frown on her face, she determinedly stabbed at the meal with her fork, more aggressively than necessary.
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
