She needed the dragon's blood. Needed it, more than she'd needed anything before in her life. It gave her strength, it gave her power, it gave her pleasure... it took away her fear. It made everything alright, just as it had also made her realize how long it had been since things had truly been okay: too long, she thought bitterly. It was no wonder the Paladin was afraid all the time, that they were always fighting or arguing. It was Sol's fault, for dragging them along on this quest, and not preparing them, not letting them rest.
Morgan didn't think Sol understood how good the dragon's blood was: suddenly, she understood why the cultists had used it to make themselves stronger, and why so many other mages and warriors had relied on what she'd considered to be weakness in the past. But that has been from a lack of understanding, before she had known or realized what power it provided. How it stabilized her, and brought out the hidden strength inside her, and numbed the pain; what was bad about any of that?
And she wasn't weak, weak like she knew so many of those cultists had been. She was strong enough to keep herself in check, strong enough to swallow the side effects, strong enough with the dragon's blood that she could take on the world and resist any unpleasant changes. She wouldn't become an addict, or weak. She didn't have any problems with relying on poisons. It simply benefited her, and it was here, and right now... she needed... no, wanted it. She didn't need it, of course, it just... made things easier.
Morgan didn't think Sol understood that. That was fine, though: she was strong enough that she didn't need to rely on Sol. And if Sol was just going to hold it against her, patronize her, treat her like she was weak, then that was fine as well. She would prove her strength to Sol.
Titan, of course, was very quiet about the whole thing, but Morgan thought nothing of it. There were other things to attend to, and she knew that the journey had worn on Titan as well. He wasn't worried about her. Why should he be worried for her? She was strong.
She was strong, and she wouldn't give this up, just because Sol wanted her to. When she had it taken away, it had hurt so much, every pain of the world had become so clear to her... no, she would hold on to this for now. And besides, the power the dragon's blood gave her was the power they needed to smite back their foes. And now, with it in her veins, she could almost sense where the other cultists were... with their stores of that precious elixir.
She would prove to Sol she was stronger this way than without it. She would hunt down the cult, reap through them like the whirlwind, and take their treasures. She would take revenge and gain bounty, all in one fell swoop.
She was not weak.
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