Morgan had anticipated.
She lingered for a bit, then shifted her gaze to the three government Saints.
It was a bit surprising that they were still here.
Morgan raised an eyebrow.
"Not leaving?"
They remained silent for a while.
Soul Reaper Jet was leaning on the crumbling wall, looking at the fire lazily. Raised by Wolves was sitting on a piece of rubble, tossing his famous Memory — the Black Beast Locket — into the air and catching it again absentmindedly, a strangely somber expression on her usually lively face.
Nightingale was studying Morgan, as if searching for something.
Eventually, it was Raised by Wolves who broke the silence:
"My family home is in Bastion, you know."
Morgan gave her a curious glance.
"But your family is safe and sound in NQSC. Does it really matter?"
She smiled darkly and did not respond.
Instead, Nightingale asked, his voice as pleasant as always:
"Lady Morgan... the war is about to end, is it not?"
One way or another."
She looked at his obnoxiously handsome face and shrugged.
"The final battle should be happening any day now... it might even be raging as we speak."
He hesitated for a few moments, then asked:
"Why are you giving up, then?"
Morgan smiled bitterly.
What did he know? That fool...
"I have not given up. It's just that... I already lost."
In the next moment, though, her smile turned cold and sharp.
"That is no reason to surrender, however. No matter what happens, I intend to defend Bastion until I die."
'Or until my brother dies... that would be much better.'
Nightingale looked at her with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
His voice was like honey:
"I'd prefer if it you didn't."
Morgan gave him a strange look.
She lingered for a few moments, then shook her head in bewilderment.
"What do I care about your preferences?"
Nightingale remained silent for a while, then looked up and let out a heavy sigh.
"No, you don't understand... I'm afraid I must insist."
Morgan frowned.
'What does he…'
Before she could finish the thought, however, Nightingale looked at her and said, a strange firmness finding its way into his beautiful voice: "I am truly sorry, Lady Morgan. But... please don't move."
And as he spoke, an eerie power suddenly constrained Morgan, crushing her like a vise and paralyzing her body.
Obeying his command, she froze.