Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140829030614/@comment-12599067-20140831200455

Morrigan did not argue nor protest, mainly because she knew Rhiannon's words were true, although she did not want to believe them. She had known many of the Vigilants personally and could not bring herself believe that any of them could be as heartless as Rhiannon made them sound. But they hadn't seemed the least bit sorry for her, either, although she wasn't sure she could blame them for that. Then again, they had a right to be furious with her after what she had done to them, even though she had not been entirely in control of her actions at the time.

Morrigan rested her elbows on the table and held her head in her hands, biting back her frustration. She knew that the people she had once called her friends would hunt her until the end of her days if she did not but could not order their executions, especially if he was still among their ranks. She did not know what to do and it made her want to curse, cry, and strangle he who had thrust this problem into her hands all at once.