so are the cannibals still a thing or

Like Deimos, even though she had been shaken by the sheer amount of death in the village, Morgan had seen a lot throughout her life. In the moment, as the skin fell to the ground with a quiet yet deafening noise, she didn't react much; it all felt not quite real, too horrible to be true all of a sudden - she'd see it later, in her mind, but in the immediate she was all action.

The creature (was it a man, had it ever been?) was easily lifted and pinned on the wall by Deimos. She looked it up and down in a sliver of light from the window, wondering what possible information it would be able to give in this state. They knew all they needed to about this dismal place; it had been a tragedy, it had been a nightmare, it was almost over.

Looking to Neron she nodded, approving of his plan. "I'll help. We can do it together quicker." Morgan paused to look back at the resident, lips parted, her nature telling her to give it a choice. Shaking her head, she simply said: "This will be quick, then you will not be in pain anymore."

Stepping out of the building, she would begin to summon ice up from the ground within, looking to Neron for his help in quickly encasing the area.

MORGAN

Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go