and yet i'm still so empty - private, morgan

as they worked, morgan surely worked harder than malphas, because the latter was focused on a glass shard. if he looked at it just right, it glimmered in the sun, bright enough to where it blinded him momentarily. then he focused when morgan began talking, offering him a locket. he felt his cheeks heat up. "i-i don't need this, what am i supposed to put in it?" he asked, but investigated it anyways. he'd keep it, just in case. he continued listening while fiddling with the locket.

why did he ask morgan on information for the powers? he wasn't sure. sometimes he still held out hope that there was hidden abilities deep down. that happened to people, didn't it? they thought they were powerless all their life until bam, they have wings, or they use fire manipulation to save their family. maybe his power was his durable liver.

morgan described feeling things, and malphas relaxed his shoulders and looked up from the gift. "no, i don't... really feel anything like that. like, i'm usually kind of numb. to everything, i mean. the only thing that makes me feel anything is... hurting other people," he said. "i don't have any powers. do you think that i'm, still, like... capable of doing things?" he asked. morgan could do so much- hell, if they ever had a drought or something like that, morgan would save them all. malphas was utterly useless compared to the others, and it was a part of why he decided he wanted to be a medic.