Morganna and River
River could sense fondness and regret in Morganna's voice as she spoke of her past. It was all to familiar to her; the flashes of anxiety from being on the run, staying in hiding, the excitement of taking power back from those who held it. As thrilling as it could be, there was always a part of River that mourned her lost opportunities to simply live a normal life - well, as normal as she could have had. It was a downward spiral she had to be careful to avoid, obsessing over what might have happened if she'd never been rescued, never gone to the Academy in the first place. The past is fixed from a three-dimensional view; the future remains divergent, she reminded herself.
"I read about the Rebellion," she said. "Short-term revolution without a long-term goal. Going back the previous government seemed logical, but ill-advised considering its spectacular failure." She glanced up to Morganna's face, her eyes expressing something between an apology and defiance.
"I was a rebel, too," she admitted with a shrug. "I unlocked the truth. We broadwaved it across the system. Nothing really changed. But it's different for you."