our history of silence

Morgan

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

Morgan wasn't expecting Remi and Ronin to follow her into the room, but as long as they were there to help with the same general cause, she supposed it didn't matter. In fact, when Ronin spoke she found herself glad for them, nodding in agreement with the Dark Star (and for the moment, ignoring Amalia). Once he had spoken she stepped forward, staring right at Loren at first.

"You really expect me to believe that you had something the Voice desperately wanted, that you found in the Climb, where the sickness originated, while the Ascended are ill and continue to be...and you didn't think it might lead to a cure?" Her exasperation was clear, an unamused, sarcastic laugh passing her lips as she looked about the room; how long had they all known? How long ago could the Ascended have been well?

Then she turned to Amalia. "The water poisoned the Ascended. I gave Neron -"(For the briefest second she considered looking to Loren and reminding him just who Neron was, his sick Ascended brother whom he was apparently fine leaving to lose himself week after week);"I gave Neron one of the lilies to see if it did him any better, it did not. Do you really expect Rae to give an accurate and fair depiction of what it is the Voice would do? Or that the lilies would cure them?" Surely Amalia had to see how bias she and her Gods were.

"I am not on either of the 'sides' of this argument between the Voice and the Old Gods, but there are a race of people out there sick and delirious. We have a chance to cure them, and you have held onto it, Loren, for this long?" She shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose in irritation. "I cannot believe you have been so selfish. You too, for trying to take it elsewhere, Amalia."

Not by you
Not by anyone tonight