not the first time

Morgan

I will not be told where to stand
I will not be told what to say

Morgan, despite her title of The Glacier, found that the further she got from the Citadel, Eunike and Neron alongside her, the hotter and more intense her anger grew. At her side she formed balls of snow and ice in her hand and crushed them over and over; usually in the Fangs she would pause to stop and look over the view, take it in, but even though she was leaving for what could be the last time all she could do was stare ahead and grind her teeth.

Better than screaming and crying, which was just under the surface.

Neron finally broke the silence and she glanced over at him. "I feel like a coward. Like I deserted my city." She admitted, voice quiet and shaking. "I should have seen it coming, somehow. I should have known, I should have banished Hotaru and Deimos when I had the chance and had I seen Noah's true colours I would have--" The words of violence cut short as she realised her anger was making her ramble and Morgan just shook her head instead.

Not by you
Not by anyone tonight