MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
A hint of an amused smile graced Morgan's face as she noticed Mallorie analysing her so intensely, as if to try and make herself find her intimidating. "You have? Hm. Perhaps it's just a word for a woman who knows how to handle herself." It had not escaped Morgan's notice that her male colleagues never gained such labels when they gave commands and honed their fighting crafts.
Mallorie seemed optimistic for the future and that filled Morgan with a kind of pride and hope too; perhaps they would find a way to rise out of this. In any case, this new guard was certainly a move in the right direction. "If you act with good sense, you will rarely find any trouble with me."
With that said, there was plenty to be done and another nervous soul approaching the table. Hoping Mallorie would understand, Morgan smiled and nodded then moved on, beginning the process again with the next recruit.
{FIN}
Mallorie seemed optimistic for the future and that filled Morgan with a kind of pride and hope too; perhaps they would find a way to rise out of this. In any case, this new guard was certainly a move in the right direction. "If you act with good sense, you will rarely find any trouble with me."
With that said, there was plenty to be done and another nervous soul approaching the table. Hoping Mallorie would understand, Morgan smiled and nodded then moved on, beginning the process again with the next recruit.
{FIN}
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
