The world's a beast of a burden

MORGAN

And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden

Whether Neron was right or not would remain to be seen. If asked if she cared about his life, Morgan would snort dismissively and shake her head, but in the actual situation? She knew just as well as anyone else that she had always been fair; that if she had a chance to save a life she would, even that of an enemy. Even if the reason was so they could face a trial instead of getting out easy with death.

But while there were other people lined up, she wasn't going to offer to let Neron bite her with his fetish mouth.

Clearly uncomfortable now too (never having really discussed sex with a political enemy before), Morgan nodded and sighed, clapped her hands to her thighs and stood up. "Right. Well, thank you for answering my questions. When Flowerbirth arrives, we will discuss having you taken to a Shrine. Anything else you'd like to say?" She asked, going to place a hand on the door.

And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us