MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
Finally, the crowds began to part and Morgan found herself with some space to think. She knew soon she would have a lot of work to do and hardly any time at all to consider it: biding her time had cost her before and now she had to just put her best foot forward and run with it, trust her instincts.
Maybe that was why, when she saw Loren, she went to approach him. Her opponent a couple of hours ago, but someone she still respected and had considered to have proven himself a decent sort in the last months. "Loren." Morgan spoke softly as she approached, stopping a few feet away: after all, it was entirely possible he would not want to speak with her at all, and she didn't want to encroach too far into his space.
"I would still have you leading our healers, if you would hold the position." She offered, knowing there wasn't anyone as good for the job.
Maybe that was why, when she saw Loren, she went to approach him. Her opponent a couple of hours ago, but someone she still respected and had considered to have proven himself a decent sort in the last months. "Loren." Morgan spoke softly as she approached, stopping a few feet away: after all, it was entirely possible he would not want to speak with her at all, and she didn't want to encroach too far into his space.
"I would still have you leading our healers, if you would hold the position." She offered, knowing there wasn't anyone as good for the job.
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
