WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
Morgan was right - she was getting into dangerous territory, and the flintiness in Neron's gaze signalled the fraying of his patience. "They would side with me, Captain," he said, his words smooth and confident. "The man who carved a path for them to explore the world beyond Halo. The man who keeps the fires lit, the walls in good repair, the monsters from the door. The man who put you in the role you find yourself in. Do not forget yourself, Morgan, unless you mean to act on it."
Shaking his head as she spoke of the several what-ifs of the Voice, Neron could only resign himself to their differences. Morgan was too stubborn for anything else. "What about when the Eirachi asked me to kill? To let her encroach further into the Citadel? To freeze you all to death in your beds?" he asked, tilting his head. "All of these are hypotheticals. And one goddess is not more ruthless and calculating than another, just because you prefer her."
Shaking his head as she spoke of the several what-ifs of the Voice, Neron could only resign himself to their differences. Morgan was too stubborn for anything else. "What about when the Eirachi asked me to kill? To let her encroach further into the Citadel? To freeze you all to death in your beds?" he asked, tilting his head. "All of these are hypotheticals. And one goddess is not more ruthless and calculating than another, just because you prefer her."
