making me feel glad that I'm not you

Morgan

Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go

"A goody two shoes." Morgan repeated with dry humour, raising an eyebrow. "I suppose it's better than being the opposite, if that just means someone that is honest and does the right thing." Which was, ultimately, what she wanted to be. Morgan had never understood the appeal of being a criminal; thief or killer, how could they live with the guilt? She was quite content to exist within the laws of man.

Still staying very much on dry land, not quite trusting the water, she watched as Saiden sunk himself deeper within it. "Are you close to the Gods?" Morgan asked, wondering if the water benefitted those who were accepted more.

"I see...so how does a busy ship's cook end up on this mission?" Morgan asked; the rest of them were all officials, council members, people whose job was to scout for things like this; how had a chef gotten caught up in it?

I've been kicking them away
Been hoping not to let them take control