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intendance[It's really only her just desserts here. That's what she gets for going up against her friends, her friends' parents, even-- even her father's alternate self.
Her father is the best tactician she knows. It only serves to reason that his female self would be just as good. She takes losing as graciously as she can, because she knows she's lost, her army quickly being decimated by better trained, stronger soldiers in a better formation. Held together by strength and bonds.
Just like Father once would have preached.
She herself is crumpled against a tree, a stray spear having managed to hit home while she was distracted attempting to rally her soldiers. With the sharp point in her gut, it's pretty clear to her that she's not surviving this fight, and she's torn between sad disappointment to never be able to see her father again, and relief that she'll never get to see him realize that she disappointed him. She doesn't think she'd be able to take that disappointment in his eyes.
And thus here, removed from the battle, Morgan coughs into her hand, leaving it streaked with blood, and grimaces in pain.
Loss has never tasted so bitter, she thinks.]
Her father is the best tactician she knows. It only serves to reason that his female self would be just as good. She takes losing as graciously as she can, because she knows she's lost, her army quickly being decimated by better trained, stronger soldiers in a better formation. Held together by strength and bonds.
Just like Father once would have preached.
She herself is crumpled against a tree, a stray spear having managed to hit home while she was distracted attempting to rally her soldiers. With the sharp point in her gut, it's pretty clear to her that she's not surviving this fight, and she's torn between sad disappointment to never be able to see her father again, and relief that she'll never get to see him realize that she disappointed him. She doesn't think she'd be able to take that disappointment in his eyes.
And thus here, removed from the battle, Morgan coughs into her hand, leaving it streaked with blood, and grimaces in pain.
Loss has never tasted so bitter, she thinks.]