"Ghost you're the best gunner we have, go with them. Morpheus, take his place!"
I was already moving when Niobe began speaking. You learned fast to keep up with Niobe, or you got the hell out of her way, and the hell off the Logos.
Morpheus slid past me, looking grimer than usual. Why wouldn't he be? We were facing certain death on all fronts. I didn't glance back, nor speak to Niobe, even though my heart burned to tell her how I felt. This might be my last chance.
Morpheus, take his place...
I don't live in a fantasy world. I know my place in her heart is only as a dear friend, or, at best, a brother. Morpheus is taking "Jason's" pleace. Not mine.
"One must want nothing to be different. Not forward, not backward, not in all eternity. Not only bear what is nessicary, but to love it." I muttered, giving the same small smile the Oracle had seen. I was past the point of caring whether anyone heard me or not.
Whether I wanted it or not, change was coming. The war was ending. The Logos was gone, probably forever. Niobe's growing affection for Morpheus and her frustration with Lock was visible to a blind man. I know she'll never love me. I know she'll never know how I feel. And she'll be happy with Morpheus.
And if she orders me over a cliff, I'll still obey with a, "Yes, Captain." That will never change. Morpheus won't-can't change that. My love will never fade. And, with luck, she'll always look upon me as a brother, a trusted friend.
Some things will never change.
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This is a very short look into Ghost. The line at the begining, for me, showed the end of what everyone was used to. Niobe was going to be with Morpheus now, and there was no more Logos, and no more team of Ghost, Sparks and Niobe. I thought it said nothing would be the same. And so that's what I wrote, for Ghost's POV. And for the record, poor Ghost.