MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
Morgan immediately recognised Jace's name, the story of the sacrificed child having burnt into her mind the second she'd heard it; that didn't meant this made sense though. The child that had been given had been no more than a toddler and this man before them was fully grown, able to carry his mother (?) and speak to them eloquently.
The surprises were to keep coming as Jace dropped the body before them. Morgan had seen many dead and was not squeamish, she did not flinch. Still, it was disquieting to see someone she had known for a while dead on the ground: Jace had not seemed to drop her with much care, but she thought it polite to ask: "Would you...like a burial arranged for her?"
Noah was asking good questions and she stayed stood over him as he inspected the body, waiting for Jace to answer.
The surprises were to keep coming as Jace dropped the body before them. Morgan had seen many dead and was not squeamish, she did not flinch. Still, it was disquieting to see someone she had known for a while dead on the ground: Jace had not seemed to drop her with much care, but she thought it polite to ask: "Would you...like a burial arranged for her?"
Noah was asking good questions and she stayed stood over him as he inspected the body, waiting for Jace to answer.
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
