Sometimes we can choose the path we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us.
....And sometimes we have no choice at all.....
((OOC: Morph is broadcasting, as well as looking a little
odd today ( Being a Memory on a day when memories are floating around and all)
He is broadcasting the memory of
- Having to kill his son, Orpheus after Orpheus pretty much begged him to
- Being imprisoned in the sandglobe for 70 odd years
))