The world's a beast of a burden

MORGAN

And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden

"Mmm." Morgan responded distractedly, taking in the book he was reading: not the sort of thing she expected Neron to read and she found herself oddly embarrassed now from having walked in on the man with such a book. He didn't seem to be ashamed though, so she refocused on his face as he continued to speak.

"More mocking." She replied honestly, having heard many children playing at the Cultists and Neron, fighting over who got to be Eirachi or herself: hard to know how to feel about that. "The people think you are a fool who glibly tossed away our Kingdom for your own personal gain; I can't say I disagree." With this said, she sat down on the simple stool beside the bed.

"But--" She sighed, rubbed a hand over her mouth. "--I do not want to live in hate and contempt with you forever and it seems, thanks to the mercies of your brother, you will be staying with us. I have come to offer peace between us, of a sort: a chance to converse and discuss what happened: would you agree?"

And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us