MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
Morgan was used to slightly odd looks when she let her more spiritual side loose; she found that people tended to assume that her ferociousness and strength had to come at odds with an appreciation for the unknowable. In her experience the two often went together well, her more warrior side gathering its well-needed patience and empathy from the parts of her that were more spiritual, and that side gaining strength and determination from her sword and training.
Mallorie didn't ask for anything on that though and Morgan was quite happy to keep those things to herself; Neron was something that was far easier to speak on. "Mm. He was put in place by the Eirachi, a powerful spirit-Goddess from the Tundra...we thought that was a good sign." Clearly, it had not been.
It seemed that Mallorie understood the best way to run things. Morgan nodded agreeably, something close to hope in her heart that Halo might yet find itself in an era of democracy and justice. "Is that how it was where you were a guard previously?"
Mallorie didn't ask for anything on that though and Morgan was quite happy to keep those things to herself; Neron was something that was far easier to speak on. "Mm. He was put in place by the Eirachi, a powerful spirit-Goddess from the Tundra...we thought that was a good sign." Clearly, it had not been.
It seemed that Mallorie understood the best way to run things. Morgan nodded agreeably, something close to hope in her heart that Halo might yet find itself in an era of democracy and justice. "Is that how it was where you were a guard previously?"
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
