our history of silence

Morgan

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

Morgan found herself very much appreciating Ronin, who was saying what she thought with a particular grace; she'd always been direct and honest without much of a gift with phrasing, which sometimes made arguments difficult. Still, she was not hesitant to respond, especially not to Amalia, who seemed to be blinded by her loyalty to the Old Gods. Morgan knew in the company she kept, three Demi-Gods and a man very much enamoured with the Deities, it was likely a poor idea to display her disinterest too much.

She wasn't just going to let anything pass though.

"This isn't the Blight. Don't let bitterness over the past cloud your judgement now." Was all she had to say on matters of the last plague; Morgan had not experienced it first hand, but as far as she was concerned, it had nothing to do with the current situation. "They may not be dead yet, but the Ascended are suffering: I am seeing it first hand. The Voice, at least, can be relied upon to likely save her own people. Your Gods? What can you expect them to do other than destroy the cure and damn them? It would be a lot of blood on your hands to live with."

Not by you
Not by anyone tonight