Morgan’s palm smoothed out against the rough, pointed...shell?
“Abel?” Morgan mumbled.
He didn’t expect to get her attention so soon but she gave it, seemingly angry with Aalish as she approached him.
“What now?” he asked.
“Same bullshit,” she replied so confidently it felt unreal.
Morgan hummed then shook his head at the surreal predicament they found themselves in. He was becoming less human while they were becoming more so. That was also a hard thought to accept. Whatever was left over from Akir, as small as it was, couldn't bend him, could it? It couldn’t separate him from himself. Even if it did, why would it?
He grew tired of waiting for an answer or guidance from some unseen source. Ejder was great and all but he chose civilization, which, at best, was poetic. Life choosin
