Somewhere in his muddled mind he saw it shine. It called him past the chaos… past his rising terror. Sure he had his doubts. He made his peace with it by calling others’ attention to his position on the supernatural. It took him long enough to believe it. But as his life is being called out of him, he recognizes himself. He knows just how stupid he’d sounded; how desperate he was for answers, that he relied on such an unrealistic one.
His essence violently left him. Cell by explosive cell damaged him further. Morgan felt the remaining fight in him leave his chest. His body hung before her limply. It urged his head to drop back behind his shoulders, leaving him completely exposed. Ruinable. As much as he wanted to return the favor. He couldn’t be sure who he was truly up against.
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