MORGAN
Wessex did turn to listen to her apology, but did not seem to take it well. Morgan thought the distinction made was a petty one when the woman full well knew what she meant; with a sigh she waved her hand in a whatever kind of motion. "I am not denying your personhood. You are, however, different to what I would consider the average, alive human. It would be difficult for you to convince me otherwise." They didn't breathe, she didn't even know if their hearts beat; she'd heard from some that they didn't feel.
Snowcloak? Feeling like she was agreeing to some kind of duel, Morgan nodded. "Tomorrow, 10 am? Just inside the main gate. There's a few benches there." Because ideally, they would just be sitting and talking.
The measure of a man
Stands or falls with what he leaves behind
