I write sins, not tragedies
Tone is telling, but she won’t presume to imagine Neron’s face or his gestures as he tells the story. Wessex just sighs needlessly and shakes her own head. “It takes two to tango.” Which is to say that Morgan was an adult, a big girl, and perfectly capable of speaking up for herself. If she hadn’t said anything, then… well, who knows what was going through her head. “I can see why the truth won’t sit well with Halo.”
The Hailstorm isn’t known for his selflessness. Anyone looking for an excuse to paint the Ascended as monsters would find an easy target on Neron’s back for this and after several strikes, real or imagined, there would likely be peasants with pitchforks.
She refrains from asking any more personal questions as they make it to the Spir, but before they go through the portal, she does have one more practical questions. “Where to? I'll teleport us, just take my hand once we’re through.”
The Hailstorm isn’t known for his selflessness. Anyone looking for an excuse to paint the Ascended as monsters would find an easy target on Neron’s back for this and after several strikes, real or imagined, there would likely be peasants with pitchforks.
She refrains from asking any more personal questions as they make it to the Spir, but before they go through the portal, she does have one more practical questions. “Where to? I'll teleport us, just take my hand once we’re through.”
WESSEX
