MORGAN
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
"...I suppose that is better than pain." Was all Morgan could eventually decide on saying, unsure how to express the discomfort and pity she felt for him; he was unlikely to remember this conversation anyway, and she forced herself to reign in her words, to guard them away: she was trying to be understanding of Ascension, of the Voice, had to try to see things from another perspective.
There would always be a part of her that wished he still had all his senses, though, maybe not for entirely selfless reasons.
She helped him steady the head of the snowman, a faint smile at his insistence that flowers were for their scents. "It...I don't know what will happen, but it might help. Thank you, for trusting me." Hoping fervently that it wouldn't hurt him any more than she already had, Morgan drew the petal from her pocket, wrapped in a soft tissue, and held it out towards him.
There would always be a part of her that wished he still had all his senses, though, maybe not for entirely selfless reasons.
She helped him steady the head of the snowman, a faint smile at his insistence that flowers were for their scents. "It...I don't know what will happen, but it might help. Thank you, for trusting me." Hoping fervently that it wouldn't hurt him any more than she already had, Morgan drew the petal from her pocket, wrapped in a soft tissue, and held it out towards him.
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
