Morgan tosses the phone onto the ground and stares up at the moon. He feels a bizarre sense of amusement. The pain Darien is feeling right now… the soul-crushing, gut-wrenching agony is a symphony to Morgan's empty heart.
He finds it fascinating. How could a strong creature be so fragile? How could one little death cause so much internal damage?
It's for the best, he tells himself, leaning back against the tree. I'm doing them a favor. I'm showing them how useless feelings are. I'm teaching them the peace of the void.
He contemplates for a moment. He could kill Darien right now. When the older brother arrives, broken and grieving, Morgan could simply reach out with a whip of black lightning and end the Bellamy lineage right here in the dirt. It would be efficient. It would be clean.
But then he thinks of Tobias.
