MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
With no concept of what an elf was, it was news to Morgan that Mallorie used to have 'pointy ears'; she wondered how similar elves were to Fae. It seemed like Mallorie had never had wings, but pointed ears and living in the woods...it was certainly a remarkable coincidence. "Put blinkers on you? How do you mean?"
As for being long lived, she knew that was the case for a new races on Halo: she'd never envied them that. To live forever sounded like a great burden, knowing there came no end to your time and having to search for ways to fill it; she was much happier with her finite existence and doing what she could with the years she had. Which, if she was fortunate, were still many.
"Then you have been fortunate." Morgan said gently, looking over the courtyard: it felt like she could see the absence of her guards in the crowd. "I am hoping with our new Warden we may enter a period of stability, but...that seems like a lot to hope for, right now."
As for being long lived, she knew that was the case for a new races on Halo: she'd never envied them that. To live forever sounded like a great burden, knowing there came no end to your time and having to search for ways to fill it; she was much happier with her finite existence and doing what she could with the years she had. Which, if she was fortunate, were still many.
"Then you have been fortunate." Morgan said gently, looking over the courtyard: it felt like she could see the absence of her guards in the crowd. "I am hoping with our new Warden we may enter a period of stability, but...that seems like a lot to hope for, right now."
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
