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The ride on the way was silent, each of them thinking to themselves. Morgan stared at his hands, shaking slightly. He didn't want to be here right now, on his way to fight a Jotun. He didn't even want to be a Rune. He just wanted to be home, with his mother. He wanted to be taking care of her, not with this group of older people who all had more useful powers than he did.
They arrived, and Morgan hadn't even noticed it. He shuffled out of the car, his hands grasping each side of the double blade. He felt like maybe he should've used a longer distanced weapon, but he didn't have much experience with that. He'd have to learn because he felt like he was mostly there for defensive purposes. 
Everything was flying past him and over his head so quickly, that he couldn't grasp it. So instead, he grasped his blades tighter.

As Morgan stood there trying to comprehend what was happening around him, he heard one of the others yelling for someone to "put it out". As Morgan began to look up, the rush of flame engulfed the building before him and he had to shield his eyes. His heart lurched, hurting so that he stumbled a little. He looked back up, tears stinging his eyes. "Who was in there...," he said at first, not so much a question as a statement. "Who was in there?!" he screamed now, glancing over to Maeve and then his eyes landing on Silvarae's torso. "Oh gods," he muttered under his breath, looking away and around at the others who were standing with him. He heard someone yell for Laguz to hang back. Wasn't that what he had been doing?

Morgan fell to the ground, scraping his hands along the way as he gave out a yell of pain and his heart lurched once more. What was going on?! Had...had both of his other Laguz members...no, he refused to believe it. He wasn't alone, he wasn't, and couldn't be.... But he knew they were. Something in his Rune told him that his fellow Laguz members were dead. Everything had happened so quickly. He couldn't understand any of it. What could he do? How could he be helpful?

Morgan decided that staying out of the way, for now, was his best bet. It took him a moment, but he stood up and watched as other Runes ran towards the building to try and bring the Jotun outside. Tears ran down his cheeks, not by his command, as his subconscious mourned for the two Runes he had barely even known.