Seeing the room was lit within was a surprise in of itself, immediately setting Morgan to be wary as she continued to open the door (the scent, of gore and blood, was expected, though it still made her nauseous). Perhaps after the last building she ought to have known she'd see more bodies dissembled around the space, but her eyes still bounced between each hand or unidentifiable piece of meat with horror.
Then there was the flesh that still lived, however barely. An invitation was given, one that she had no interest in accepting; she was glad when Neron broke the silence of their group, his skillset probably suiting him to be the best negotiator here. Thankfully, he declined the offer, though she wasn't sure the questions would be answered - nor if they should be asked. Perhaps it was better, kinder, to just end this life now before they strung it along any further; she glanced to Deimos to try and see his reaction, and couldn't find it in his eyes.
Letting Neron speak, she still adjusted her hammer in her hands and stood right next to him, ready to intervene to protect the Spymaster if she had to.
Then there was the flesh that still lived, however barely. An invitation was given, one that she had no interest in accepting; she was glad when Neron broke the silence of their group, his skillset probably suiting him to be the best negotiator here. Thankfully, he declined the offer, though she wasn't sure the questions would be answered - nor if they should be asked. Perhaps it was better, kinder, to just end this life now before they strung it along any further; she glanced to Deimos to try and see his reaction, and couldn't find it in his eyes.
Letting Neron speak, she still adjusted her hammer in her hands and stood right next to him, ready to intervene to protect the Spymaster if she had to.
MORGAN
Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go
The worries that refuse to let us go
