MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
Mallorie's easy confirmation took Morgan by surprise and she found herself momentarily looking the other woman up and down to see if there was any remaining evidence of her last species..of course, there wasn't: She'd heard that coming through the portals erased anything like that (especially for those Outlanders that had been horses...).
"Elves." She repeated, trying the word out. Not one she'd ever heard before. "Is it hard for you to find yourself now human?" Morgan realised after asking the question was likely too personal, but was not one to backtrack.
There was nothing else to say about Pikely; Morgan let that one fade away, nodding at Mallorie's comment about loss. It was sewn into the fabric of life here; a part of Halo as much as the mountains or the wind. She had grown so used to loss that it was almost like an old friend. "We do gain things, though. They are sometimes harder to see."
"Elves." She repeated, trying the word out. Not one she'd ever heard before. "Is it hard for you to find yourself now human?" Morgan realised after asking the question was likely too personal, but was not one to backtrack.
There was nothing else to say about Pikely; Morgan let that one fade away, nodding at Mallorie's comment about loss. It was sewn into the fabric of life here; a part of Halo as much as the mountains or the wind. She had grown so used to loss that it was almost like an old friend. "We do gain things, though. They are sometimes harder to see."
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
