who we are and all that we're trying to be
And here was the inquiry he’d heard all along, and from so many. Neutrality. The problem with its stance was that eventually, something would alter, something would bind, something would change. Like having one’s head buried in the sand, pretending that nothing was coming. Nothing would happen. Nothing could possibly occur that would morph and modify the course. So he would ask her in return – piercing eyes flickering back over, away from the water and away from the rocks. “Do you believe the gods would allow it to remain neutral? Any of these lands?” The Grounds had a stance. He figured the Greatwood had already long since forged their way to the Old ones. Or the fact that Safrin had ordered it, commanded it, told a much larger story.
As for convincing Morgan, he’d had virtually no part in it. That had been the weight of Hotaru and Noah’s tactics. He’d been ready and armed for something completely different. “Discussion. No harm came to her.” She'd likely had already been planning out a stage of what would thereafter by then - leaving with her head held high and towards the Fangs, to come back later and corrupt the foundations.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
