pass his mind once again. which has him now gripping the door, as if close to locking her back in again.

he doesn’t know if he should be offended that the chief is silently alluding to him being stupid, or that everyone disobeyed his simple order.

“ … “ looking at the commander, he then looks back at the amphibian—another couple vivid flashes. ( →→ )

emphasis on thing * as the guard points at the amphibian with a scowl, like her mere existence was pissing him off.

❛ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙧. 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩. ❜

morty registers rick’ words… and really. ( →→ )

idea and that he was letting the morals of his new person win him over. but, if things 𝐝͟𝐨 go south…

well, there’s over fifty pairs of guns at the ready.

the door of the cell and open it fully but not take a step inside.

he knew it was best to let things go at their natural pace instead of rushing and potentially making it worse.

though he also * knew that letting a threat go was a terrible. ( →→ )

to turn around with a 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩.

morty figures with the absence of fifty eyes it would help calm the amphibian, to an extent. or if at all, but it’s the thought that counts right.

once it was only him, morty would then proceed forward to unlock. ( →→ )

younger—fists clenching but loosening quickly.

this * was a bad habit he didn’t wish to repeat. to always succumb to his violent nature.

so, with raising his hand—every guard moving to grip their weapons but took no steps, the brunette orders them. ( →→ )

flashes of visions that it was instead lizzie in the containment room. but underneath them, he knew it was telling him something. a reminder.

«𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.»

and it was made perfectly clear when he also saw a morph of himself when he was. ( →→ )

his brain alter the girl’ face to appear as his daughter.

the same position, and the same terrified expression… that did it make him wince and take a sharp intake of breath.

even after years, his brain continues to play tricks, and in this case. ( →→ )

tremble to the core. the guards around waiting for the signal to open fire.

❛ 𝙢𝙧. 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 .ᐣ ❜ the accompanied rick guard spoke quietly next to him after some time went past, but received no answer.

this carried on until for a split moment did. ( →→ )

quick, and simple. an utter waste of tears and vulnerability. he always put the protection of his family first, even if it meant continuing bad habits behind closed doors.

but—morty didn’t move an inch, merely watching the amphibian break down and. ( →→ )