MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
Truth be told, Morgan was happy to be making the journey into the grounds; it gave her a chance to walk up through the mountains and think over the last few weeks, which had certainly been an odd mix of highs and lows as the season had gone on. It did cross her mind that there was a slight possibility she could run into someone who had seen her tryst with Neron, but she tried to reassure herself it was unlikely.
If someone had, well. She didn't want to kill witnesses, but sometimes things were desperate enough.
Arriving at the temple, sure that she looked the picture of a Halo leader with the heavy cloak and snow caked on her boots, she jumped off Eunike and approached Remi, looking him up and down: not quite what she'd expected, somehow. "You are the Governor of Torchline?" Morgan asked.
If someone had, well. She didn't want to kill witnesses, but sometimes things were desperate enough.
Arriving at the temple, sure that she looked the picture of a Halo leader with the heavy cloak and snow caked on her boots, she jumped off Eunike and approached Remi, looking him up and down: not quite what she'd expected, somehow. "You are the Governor of Torchline?" Morgan asked.
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
