MORIA
I push up from my chair, rising to my feet without even actively thinking about what I am doing.
But my mind is running at a million miles per second and so my body needs to move too.
To find a way to try and keep up somehow because I can feel the unease building itself inside of me and if I don’t do something with myself I am going to explode.
Or preferably just run away.
I think about how easy it would be to just turn my back on all of this, on all of them.
But I have lived my entire life not knowing and I am sick of it.
Still I can’t seem to decide if this is worse, especially now that it’s becoming increasingly clear that even what little I did know was never the truth at all.
So I pace instead.
Walking back and forth behind the chairs in front of Commander’s desk and
