Morgan | Morgan | 032

[intendance]

[Honestly, what she's doing here is exactly what she's always done. She's just carrying out her father's orders. The fact that she's killing her old friends, well...

It's a shame, it really is, but Father comes first. He's always come first. She may know them, faintly, but it's all trumped by the feeling of wanting to really, really make her father proud.

He wasn't the father she was used to, granted. Once upon a time, he had been so gentle, she remembered that. He'd be sweet and kind and had taught her all sorts of tactics--and now... Well, now she would just have to make him so proud that he would teach her tactics again. That would be enough, she thinks. That would be enough.

Which is why she surveys her army's formation with some satisfaction. They're Risen, which means that the strange army that has suddenly appeared will be able to take care of them relatively easily, but hopefully not before they kill the others. And...if not, she'll just have to take care of them herself.

Which is why she's not completely outside of the range of combat as she steps forward, spell tome clutched close. She doesn't expect anyone to get this far that easily, which admittedly is a miscalculation--and one she'll probably regret.]

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[intendance]

[There's silence on Morgan's end. "I know", he says, and it makes her want to snap back, because he doesn't know. None of them can possibly know what it felt like to have felt like she was losing her father's love if she didn't succeed--

None of them can possibly know it. And she takes a shuddering breath that's almost a sob again...and then he continues.

"Save him from Grima".

Oddly, despite her smarts, the thought never crossed Morgan's mind--probably because she always assumed that Father would fight until he was dead, and that didn't quite work out in her favor. Maybe it's because she's Grima's pawn in the end, and going against him never really was a thought either.

For whatever reason, it strikes a chord. And despite the aches and pains and the fact that it almost takes her breath away to do so, she immediately rolls to her feet--and stumbles, because that was way too much movement for how battered she is. She manages to catch herself on her sword, impaling it into the ground, and winces. And then she ignores all of that to stare at Morgan.]

...Do you really think so? Because if that's so, I'll do anything to help him...!

[giftfromafar]

Of course! Back home... that's what we're trying to do. We're fighting against Grima for the fate of the world, but also for Robin.

[He holds his position for the moment, knowing that with the distance between them if she tried to attack again with her sword, he'd have ample time to get back to his feet. No sense pushing himself too far too quickly, any mistakes could be fatal.

... that, and he thinks he's getting somewhere with this, that typical Morgan grin starting to finally return to his face although there's a far more determined edge to his tone than usual.]

I don't know all the details myself, but I was told enough. In our timeline, Grima wants to use Robin's body to revive himself. Herself? Itself. Whatever. Since this is the future, or a future or something like that, that's probably what happened.

... that's why we can't give up. We have to save the world, yeah. But we also gotta save Robin!

[intendance]

[He's smiling...and well, he's the enemy, so it really shouldn't work like this, but it does--his smile makes her smile too, her typical good cheer making an odd reappearance.]

Then...if there's any possible way of saving him, I want to help! I have to do my part now, since Father has always done more than his share.

[She's determined now, and it would be more impressive if she wasn't using a sword to hold herself up--which she slumps against a moment later, torn between a sigh and a laugh.]

Boy, I'm glad I don't have to fight you to the death. I'm not sure who would win!

[giftfromafar]

Exactly! [Alright, you know what? They're not staring down Grima right this second and he's pretty sure he just saved her from a horrible fate as Grima's minion. Yeah they still gotta save the world, but he's earned a moments rest as he lets himself drop back to his knees. The grin is still there.]

Yeah really, you pretty much fight just like I do and that's really saying something! Together I know we can win!

[intendance]

[The optimism does a great deal at revitalizing her, though she also slumps to the ground--and then after a moment's though, she crawls over to where he's sitting, leaving her sword in the ground, both to not appear threatening and because it's just too much effort to grab it.

And she flops next to him, so they don't have to talk so loudly.]

Hmm...it sounds good to me! It's better than nothing, right? Besides...well, I think it'd be kind of nice to fight for something like that.

Something worth fighting for, and all!