MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
Morgan laughed again at Hester's insistence that she would not want to be Warden: at the girls age, she probably would have said the same thing. It was only in the last ten years that she had truly become comfortable with the weight of responsibility on her shoulders, had worked out how to balance it.
"Then what do you want to do?" She asked, tilting her head and studying the girl. She didn't look like a particularly athletic sort and while she wasn't ugly, didn't seem to be fancily dressed or put together either. "I have to admit, I haven't spoken to the young people in our Citadel for quite a while. What is your name?"
"Then what do you want to do?" She asked, tilting her head and studying the girl. She didn't look like a particularly athletic sort and while she wasn't ugly, didn't seem to be fancily dressed or put together either. "I have to admit, I haven't spoken to the young people in our Citadel for quite a while. What is your name?"
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
