MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
Morgan knew grief intimately, but her patience with Korbin's reaction to it had run out. There were times in life where you had to put things aside and give yourself a long hard look in the eyes; she had always run on a system of priorities, of being willing to put her emotions away until later. Perhaps it was his age, but Korbin seemed incapable of doing that, and unless he wanted help she wasn't going to continuously try to give it.
"Well, I spoke to one..." She began, moving papers about to find her notes for the farm, slipping into a mode for talking business with ease. For the next while her world was agricultural plans and ideas, a pleasant trip away from the biting Longnight cold and misery.
{FIN}
"Well, I spoke to one..." She began, moving papers about to find her notes for the farm, slipping into a mode for talking business with ease. For the next while her world was agricultural plans and ideas, a pleasant trip away from the biting Longnight cold and misery.
{FIN}
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
