You know, I'm getting these done and out at a pretty decent rate, if I do say so myself. I have way, WAY more fun writing Broken!Morgan than a I should...but I will just accept that as an odd fact. Hope you all enjoy, read and review!

Robin never necessarily had a fear of lightning, especially if it had been conjured with magic, but the mild distaste she had for it had rather suddenly become a distinct distrust from something she only wished to forget.

"MORGAN! YOU WILL SNAP OUT OF THIS AND BREATHE NOW YOU INSOLENT FOOL!" Breathe? Wants. Tries. Can't.

"...N..." Mouth tries. Hard speak. Sounds...jumble. "Oi...re..."

"Shh, shh! J-just breathe, you'll...um...you'll be o-okay if you can..." Voice soft. Not mad. Anymore. Worried. Still trying. Still can't. "I, um...c-can't get closer until you, u-um...calm down." Buzz. Magic. His. Panic. Need stop.

"H...u...r...t...s..." Mind mixed. Can't see. Pain. Head. Heart. Hurt Noire. Wants to. Doesn't.

"I-it hurts? Where?!" Making panic. Feels bad. Wants apologize. Tongue heavy. Won't work. "WHERE DOES YOUR PAIN STEM IMBECILE?!" Yells again. Scary. Moves hands. Slowly. On head. On heart. "Y-your...um, I'll..." Panic more. What do? Doesn't know. Her neither.

"..." Caws echo. Corpse? Corpse dead. Hurts more. Sparks. Feels. From ankle. Hurts too.

"C...co...ps..." Tries name. Doesn't work. Missed letter. Maybe more. No breathe. Still.

"Oh Gods! Oh Gods!" Dying? Thinks so. Wouldn't mind. Kinda wants. Only kinda. But deserves.

"MORGAN!" Mother? Can't be. Dead. Wait. Not home. Alive here.

"Robin, what are you doing?!" Knows voice. Only here. Dad. Alive here.

"I need to get him back under control Henry." Control? Lost? Didn't mean. Sorry.

"Let me try."

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Robin's heart pounded stronger than it had in days, perhaps weeks now, an energy not her own flowing through her body. Her breathing had finally steadied, feeling more ALIVE than she could remember.

"Are you...better now?" She had never expected to hear Henry's voice so soft, it was an oddity that she didn't necessarily enjoy.

"Much." The answer was a simple truth, but it seemed to satisfy him. He slowly pushed himself until he was sitting on the cot, he laughed but it sounded more hollow than normal.

"Then I should-" The dark mage stopped suddenly, body stiffening beside her.

"Henry?" Red eyes opened, blinking at him.

"...Where is Morgan?" A hum as the she thought.

"Doing my rounds." The tactician finally responded. "He offered, likely to stay out of our way."

"The moon is past it's peak. He should be back by now." Her body snapped into a sitting position of her own, wracking her mind for how much time had passed...cursing when he was right.

"We'll be at the capital in two days! Where is he?!" Her son had been nothing but dutiful and obedient since the incident at the volcano, never failing to follow orders to a precise degree and inform her of his location should it not be at her side. Dark eyes she still couldn't see the colour were open now, showing just how worried the owner was.

"Caw, caw caw!" The white haired boy called out to his little pets as she jumped from the cot, pulling on her pants. "The hill overlooking the camp." A growl left the orange haired teenager's throat.

"Then I'm going to get him!" She hissed, throwing on her cloak half-haphazardly.

"Wait!" Eyes narrowed when he moved to block her way. "There's...his ankle, where the mark is...it's sparking..." The child-like teenager doesn't know exactly what that means, but does at the same time, and needs to deal with it. She stuffed her feet inside her boots and pushed passed, running towards the hill.

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"MORGAN!" The crows were right, of course they were, Morgan was on the hill with purple sparks covering his lower left leg while shooting off around him as he shook. Noire was several feet back in a panic, couldn't get any closer with the sparks that only seemed to be getting worse. Robin decided she wouldn't just leave her son like that, taking a step forward and pushing the irrational anger down for now.

"Robin, what are you doing?!" Henry had caught up, 'skirt' and boots in place, grabbing her wrist.

"I need to get him back under control Henry." The words left her mouth before she could really think about it.

"Let me try." Part of the pigtailed teenager was mad at the suggestion, but the rest wanted her to give the suggestion a chance.

"...He doesn't like you."

"He's still my son." A hesitant nod and the dark mage slowly began moving forward.

"Noire, get a healer." The archer didn't even disagree, running off as soon as the order left the red eyed teenager's lips.

"Morgan...you're not breathing..." A quick check, focusing more on the boy than the electricity, revealed the statement to be true and she cursed in her head.

"...C...ca...n't..." The younger tactician choked on the sounds, they sounded like all of his focus was being put into just trying to speak...failing, for the most part, but definitely trying.

"You can do it." The closed eyed boy disagrees softly, continuing his slow movements towards their son. "Remember what you told Owain and I when Robin woke up screaming from nightmares?"

"M...em...b...r?" The lightning preferred child choked again, he would be coughing if he had the air to do it. His eyes scrunched shut and hand against his head tightened, he was trying with all his might to remember...but she didn't understand why he was suddenly having trouble with these things.

"You said we just had to tell Robin I was okay, and she'd calm down." His father was being far more calm, considering the situation, than his mother. "So...I'm going to do the same. Robin is okay, your mom is okay...she's behind me, not too far, just enough to stay safe." The boy is breathing now, but hyperventilating...she decided that's better than not at all.

"M-Mo-" Now he was coughing, breath he was barely gaining forced back out less than a second later. She wonders if the grinning boy can really do this, but decided a moment later that if anyone can it's him.

"I'm right here." Robin adds, wanting to step forward but something within stops her.

"Mo...mo..." Morgan is trying to say her title, but no matter how many attempts he makes it seems impossible for him now. He's pulling at the cloak sleeves, and she only now notices the tears they've gained from his nails, knowing they weren't there when they set up camp.

"She can't get any closer until you calm down Morgan." Henry's voice is calm and soft in the same way it was when she lost control, steps slow. The response was instant, a purple bolt of lightning striking his shoulder.

"Henry!" The dark mage doesn't even flinch at the attack, and the tactician's still not happy about that even if she had expected it.

"It's hard, it hurts, I get it...but you can do this. Just focus on breathing for me." The boy struggled to follow the directions, every few seconds it hitches and the sparks shoot out farther for a moment, but he's slowly getting a handle on it.

"Almost there Morgan." The teenager assured her son, moving slowly towards him now that he was getting better control of himself.

"Just like the sea to it's fish..." The white haired boy takes a breath, a hair's width away from the black eyed boy. "I will always protect you." The moment the older boy finished his words he touched the younger, only for purple to fill the orange haired teenager's vision while a scream rang in her ears...it took a few seconds for her to realize it was her own. Lighting streaked across her skin, more painful than anything she could remember feeling before, like a burn yet so much deeper.

"Henry!" Brady's voice, the black eyed girl vaguely recognizes, forcing her vision to focus passed the pain. Purple lighting shot out of the pained boy's back, it looked like a spider web but quickly moved around to form three sets of wings, the rest moving to engulf his body. A screech from the air, likely one of the crows being hit by the out of control element, caused the 'attack' to disappear.

"MORGAN!" It doesn't surprise the cloaked teenager when the hexer's daughter cries for the one who had caused the 'incident', but it's hard to think much about that when the sword-user's knees buckle. She looks up as the healer runs to the one he had called out for, knowing he had probably taken the most damage. All that could be done, for now, was to sit here and wait to be healed.

Well, Morgan suddenly got a lot more dangerous. As to why he is suddenly showing lighting-based signs of Grima's Vessel...well, there are reasons for that. You'll find out. Robin is finally filled with life energy, but they don't really have time to sort all this out... Hope you all enjoyed! See you soon!