Sometimes you lose too much [Open]

[morganknight]

Something about the river kept drawing Morgan back.

Which was odd, since he'd never considered himself to have any particular affinity to water before coming to the ship. Sure, he'd trained in it, and enjoyed swimming, but he hadn't considered his pool or a beach to be any sort of 'quiet spot' or meditative spot for himself. Then again, lacking access to his mentor's dojo, or his own personal retreats of choice, maybe he shouldn't be so surprised that he'd found a new one.

Work kept him busy, with Medical low on staff and so much to do from the rebellion. Fake as it might be, he still found himself putting in long hours and lots of effort to keep things going.

Still, sometimes... especially when you got the worst of news, you had to take a break. And you couldn't be strong forever.

Morgan sat at the edge of the river, staring into the currents, and let himself quietly cry.

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[hit_girl_mindy]

Hit Girl would be the first to admit that life around the ship had gotten more tense. She had held up her end by seeing Ruffnut in the brig and cleaning up after the castle, and her tears were as concealed as they could possibly be. She had missed her girlfriend and she felt fairly frustrated.

She kept this to herself.

But on this particular day, she had taken to traveling around the city, somewhat restless. Who should she see but Morgan, staring out into the city, doing something she herself only did within the confines of the castle. She stayed a distance, just watching him, taking a breath, then sitting near him, waiting.

[whining_unicorn]

No matter how much work Rarity buried herself in, there were times when she felt a bout of sadness slowly taking over her. She may be a pony but she had feelings too. Leaving her work behind to clear her head, the unicorn walked aimlessly through the ship. The walk slowly turned into a trot as she began to think.

Her hooves took her to a nearby river where she paused to take a break and saw a familiar figure. "Hello, Morgan!"

[appletastic]

Sad and lonely life was the way it had to be sometimes.

Applejack was following the river alone, saddlebag bulging with collected seeds. They needed to be relocated for planting. There weren't as many mouths to feed these days, but she was sure her friends would still like a good meal.

Somewhere along the way, she saw an unusual sight: her old friend Morgan. There were odd sounds coming from him too---tears? No. Couldn't be.

Shaking her mane, she settled on the grass beside him.

"Morgan? Something eating you?"

[quixotically]

The water keeps drawing her back to it. Elle can't say she's surprised, really. Water, especially natural running water like this river, is so hard to come by in the Wasteland. And on top of that, it's... peaceful here. Peace isn't something Elle knows a lot of. The closest to peace she's ever come were quiet nights under the Mojave stars, but even then, there was always the ever-present possibility that monsters or animals were looming nearby. Maybe the safest place she's ever been was inside the Lucky 38 presidential suite, but... hah. Thanks to what was going on while she was there, there's no way in hell she is ever calling that time peaceful.

So whenever she needs to slow down, whenever she wants a chance to breathe, she turns to the river. She discovered it a few weeks into her first month on the ship, and she immediately fell in love with it. Considering the false rebellion and the constant work to prepare for the real one, some peace is more than welcome.

When she sees Morgan, she thinks that maybe that's why he's come to the river, too. She approaches with a light step, but she slows and her smile fades when she realizes that she's wrong. No... He didn't seek out this place for peace, necessarily. It's clear that he came here for solitude. She is standing behind him by the time she hesitates. Should she leave him alone...? But, she's worried. He'd been so boisterous before...

... no. No, she can't just turn away at a time like this. She mouths a silent apology to his back, then moves to sit next to him. She doesn't say anything for a long moment. Then, she leans over just enough for their shoulders to lightly brush.

"You okay?" she asks softly. She knows it's a foolish question, but... She doesn't want to just leap into What's wrong? If he doesn't want to talk about it, that's okay. He doesn't have to.