NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"Will we?" Neron can't help a sharp smile at that, rolling his shoulders in a shrug. "A lot of people would call us cowards if we did that, I think. Not declaring for a side before the war, but wanting all the perks of being part of the winning side once it's finished?" And then, quietly, because every way they turn it seems to come back to his demise, "Then again I don't suppose it's any of my business. If we don't win, I doubt I will be around to get a say in it."
Long fingers wrap around Morgan's, Neron's smile softening, and he nods to her. "Well," he says, "I've managed to keep myself alive so far, even though the odds have been disastrous. Either I'm very lucky or I'm spectacularly talented - something I always suspected about myself, in truth." Stepping away from the desk, he gives her hand a small tug. "Come on. This can be a tomorrow problem."
Long fingers wrap around Morgan's, Neron's smile softening, and he nods to her. "Well," he says, "I've managed to keep myself alive so far, even though the odds have been disastrous. Either I'm very lucky or I'm spectacularly talented - something I always suspected about myself, in truth." Stepping away from the desk, he gives her hand a small tug. "Come on. This can be a tomorrow problem."
