[KQ] a tomb of your making

MORGAN

Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off

Morgan had come here to help protect and fight, and that was what she was going to do. With nothing to contribute to the various little conversations around the room, she stood still by the door, hands adjusting on the handle of her hammer; she'd be there the whole week, if she had to be. Ever the stalwart protector and statue of strength, she did not let any doubt or fear show on her face as the monsters began to speak (perhaps it was easier because she didn't recognise the voice they used).

She approved of the barricade being set up, but someone still needed to be alert in case of a sudden breach, so she didn't help. Eyes on the door and windows, she continued to wait for an attack she hoped would never come.

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Morgan stands by the door still, ready to attack anything that breaks in.

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for