MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
At least Neron wasn't arguing too much: had that been the case, she would have been far more scathing. As it was, she was content to pass civil (but harsh) words with him to see if they could mend some of the rift that had only grown wider between the new and the old of Halo, of the Citadel: she was sure there would be fresh Outlanders that would side with Neron easily and did not want to alienate them.
That Neron spoke so casually of Zariah's sacrifice as if it were simply any other action she could take chilled Morgan and her frown was a clear show of the disgust she felt. "Is it normal then, in your family, for child to be tossed away like nothing? Even if you did not know this 'Jace', you must feel some remorse. Some pain for it. Anything else would not be human." Perhaps that was a bit of a challenge; Neron's humanity was already in doubt after he had traded his heart for a machine, his blood for fuel: Morgan waited to see if he had lost his empathy as well.
That Neron spoke so casually of Zariah's sacrifice as if it were simply any other action she could take chilled Morgan and her frown was a clear show of the disgust she felt. "Is it normal then, in your family, for child to be tossed away like nothing? Even if you did not know this 'Jace', you must feel some remorse. Some pain for it. Anything else would not be human." Perhaps that was a bit of a challenge; Neron's humanity was already in doubt after he had traded his heart for a machine, his blood for fuel: Morgan waited to see if he had lost his empathy as well.
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
