MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
Morgan nodded solemnly, her mouth a grim line broken only when she lifted the cup to her lips to drink. "Yes. It is part of the reason why I am hesitant to allow The Voice or her followers into Halo." She wondered, if Hester knew, how common the knowledge of the cause for the Blight was: if it was something most people knew, it meant she might have an easier time convincing her people of the Ascended's danger.
"I...am sure that most of the people there are not dangerous. I have spoken to the General there and a few others and they have all been fine." She shrugged: just like any place, it would have it's bad apples, but the people she had met so far had impressed her with their intelligence and perseverance.
Taking another sip, Morgan raised her eyebrows and a smirk appeared on her face as she lowered the cup. "Oh? Confident enough to go a round with me?"
"I...am sure that most of the people there are not dangerous. I have spoken to the General there and a few others and they have all been fine." She shrugged: just like any place, it would have it's bad apples, but the people she had met so far had impressed her with their intelligence and perseverance.
Taking another sip, Morgan raised her eyebrows and a smirk appeared on her face as she lowered the cup. "Oh? Confident enough to go a round with me?"
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
