The world's a beast of a burden

MORGAN

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

Morgan watched flatly as Neron explained about his family and got in his little jab about her: did he really expect her to be his best friend right now? Honestly, she wondered how the Launceleyns had even made it this far, if they were as dysfunctional as every member of the family insisted.

At least it seemed Neron had not intended to leave Jace entirely to die. While Morgan wasn't sure she could trust everything the former Warden had to say, he didn't have much reason to lie now. "I see. And do you still want to do this, when the Flowerbirth comes? I would consider allowing you out, with a guard party and an escort, for this meeting. If you believe she would become angry and attack the Citadel again though...consider what is wisest."

Really, she wasn't quite sure what she'd intended when she'd come here, but she knew it wasn't entirely just to discuss what had happened. "...I was wondering...if there was anything I could do to make your imprisonment here more comfortable?" Morgan asked, praying he wouldn't give some sarcastic answer like not being imprisoned.

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