Dead Blood

After the war, Morgan takes to wearing gloves.

"You get cold easily, don't you?" Inigo remarks. "You're always wearing that coat, too."

"I do." Morgan wonders if the man can tell that they don't believe their own words. "Mother was plegian. Maybe I just grew up in hot weather!"

It's possible. It's not like they remember otherwise. It's plausible. By all the gods, they hope that's the truth.

(Six eyes stare back at them from the back of their hand. Grima is dead, they have to repeat themself. Grima is dead. This is dead blood flowing through your veins.)

(Yet, when the cold wind blows through their coat, they can't help but wonder if they shiver because they were meant to be cold-blooded.)