If they tell my story
I am either gonna die on the battlefield in glory
The young girl stirred, though the words that came out of her mouth were certainly not what Morgan was expecting; she spoke much rougher, quicker than expected, and her second question, while also unexpected, clued Morgan in that she might be undergoing the same problem.
The question did also make her wonder about something; Morgan looked down and as subtly as she could, turning slightly away from her cellmate, ducked a quick hand down into the pants that were definitely not hers. A surprised gasp confirmed what she had indeed found and her hand shot back up, rubbing on the shirt as if she'd touched something horrendously dirty.
"Don't...don't panic." She said in the voice that was still not her own, hoping if she said it out loud she could follow it too. Looking about the room, her eyes finally fell on the mirror and she stood, standing on rattling and jangling keys that littered the floor as she went to it to look at herself. "...Noah?!" Morgan said aloud, touching her face. "Why am I....Noah?!"
The question did also make her wonder about something; Morgan looked down and as subtly as she could, turning slightly away from her cellmate, ducked a quick hand down into the pants that were definitely not hers. A surprised gasp confirmed what she had indeed found and her hand shot back up, rubbing on the shirt as if she'd touched something horrendously dirty.
"Don't...don't panic." She said in the voice that was still not her own, hoping if she said it out loud she could follow it too. Looking about the room, her eyes finally fell on the mirror and she stood, standing on rattling and jangling keys that littered the floor as she went to it to look at herself. "...Noah?!" Morgan said aloud, touching her face. "Why am I....Noah?!"
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