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
Morgan was silent for Wessex's long tirade this time, though one eyebrow did slowly raise. Did...Wessex think she liked Zariah? She supposed she hadn't mentioned it and to the outside eye, it might look like her inclusion in the college and the presence of both of them in the council was approval. "Believe me, I am far more than concerned about Zariah Launceleyn. If I could change one thing about those working in the palace...even with my thoughts on the Ascended, I might have her leave first. What's worse is the way Neron and Loren cower in fear of her as if she were anything more than a petulant child with over-imbued powers."
Wessex stood and Morgan watched her flatly. She could call her a bigot all she liked, but Morgan still looked out for the people of the Citadel first and foremost, and saw it as her duty to assess any threat. "You are very sensitive to the kinds of questions you must regularly have about your choice. More will come in the coming years."
Wessex stood and Morgan watched her flatly. She could call her a bigot all she liked, but Morgan still looked out for the people of the Citadel first and foremost, and saw it as her duty to assess any threat. "You are very sensitive to the kinds of questions you must regularly have about your choice. More will come in the coming years."
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
