MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
Once Morgan had managed to melt the ice and make sure no one was in immediate deathly danger, she got a chance to actually look at who it was she'd almost impaled: a young woman, one she recognised from the streets and crowds she'd looked over throughout the years. There were a lot of Halo's citizens like that; people she recognised but could not name, faces she fought for but did not know.
The laugh and rather adoring way she was stared at were...slightly alarming, but Morgan did her level best to ignore them. "Are you alright?" She asked, walking to the edge of the training grounds towards Hestor. "Have you come to tell me something?" Mentally, she begged the spirits to not deliver her another disaster, not this soon.
The laugh and rather adoring way she was stared at were...slightly alarming, but Morgan did her level best to ignore them. "Are you alright?" She asked, walking to the edge of the training grounds towards Hestor. "Have you come to tell me something?" Mentally, she begged the spirits to not deliver her another disaster, not this soon.
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
