MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
Morgan paused, trying to consider Mallorie's question over. If she wanted to pedantic she could point out how the spirits affected everything, from the air they breathed to the ground they walked on, that they had to influence politics because they influenced everything - but Gods, she didn't want to start sounding that much like her mother.
"Usually, they don't. I...I'm not sure, what it was, that made Eirachi help Neron like that. It's certainly made me question her judgement, as much as that pains me to say." She had always been raised to show the spirit-goddess respect and the words felt rough and hard to get out, but it was difficult to see anything else except the mistake now that Neron's reign was over.
Mallorie's words on guarding hit a sore spot in Morgan, something she had been trying to correct desperately over the last few days. "I realised, when the gate attack happened and our guards were lost...that I hardly knew some of them, never mind the people of the Citadel. I was ashamed; I am trying to work to improve that." She supposed this was a start. If Mallorie was to be one of her new guards, at least she could say she'd put in some effort to get to know her.
"Execution is very rare here." Morgan wasn't sure if she was trying to comfort Mallorie, but at least it was the truth. "We are much more likely to exile, though...it is often a death sentence of it's own, with the mountains..." And the cannibals, she thought, but that had been hopefully solved and she didn't want to bring that up to a newcomer unless very necessary. "Usually though, we focus on community services for those that have offended. It depends on the severity of the crime."
"Usually, they don't. I...I'm not sure, what it was, that made Eirachi help Neron like that. It's certainly made me question her judgement, as much as that pains me to say." She had always been raised to show the spirit-goddess respect and the words felt rough and hard to get out, but it was difficult to see anything else except the mistake now that Neron's reign was over.
Mallorie's words on guarding hit a sore spot in Morgan, something she had been trying to correct desperately over the last few days. "I realised, when the gate attack happened and our guards were lost...that I hardly knew some of them, never mind the people of the Citadel. I was ashamed; I am trying to work to improve that." She supposed this was a start. If Mallorie was to be one of her new guards, at least she could say she'd put in some effort to get to know her.
"Execution is very rare here." Morgan wasn't sure if she was trying to comfort Mallorie, but at least it was the truth. "We are much more likely to exile, though...it is often a death sentence of it's own, with the mountains..." And the cannibals, she thought, but that had been hopefully solved and she didn't want to bring that up to a newcomer unless very necessary. "Usually though, we focus on community services for those that have offended. It depends on the severity of the crime."
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
