our history of silence

Morgan

I will not be told where to stand
I will not be told what to say

During this Longheat sickness, Morgan had felt a lot of things. Despair, disappointment, hope...this was the first time she'd felt anger. When she'd received the letters, when Remi had come to see her, she had finally understood the full situation of what Loren had done. He had been given a potential cure for the Ascended, for his brother, and held onto it, selfishly and silently.

He couldn't even use delirium as an excuse. He'd been sane for enough time to give it away.

She had been determined to be quiet and patient, to wait and see what happened (hoping Remi didn't make this violent, as his letter as hinted); but as she came into her hall to see Remi and Ronin outside the door like children waiting outside a headmaster's office, immediately knew what it would be about, something in her snapped. Maybe it was embarrassment, that one of her councilmen was causing such an issue. Maybe it was upset that Neron was still sick. Regardless, she stormed to the door and opened it, determined not to leave until this matter was sorted.

As Morgan entered she heard Amalia's last sentence; while she would find out soon enough they were on different sides in this, she nodded. "Yes, Loren. I'm here for the same thing. You and I will be talking about why you haven't given it up sooner."

Not by you
Not by anyone tonight