[Morgan]

Clearing his throat, Finn muttered a positive reply. He wasn't exactly sure where to go with this from here, and the female obviously did not seem remotely pleased by the fact that his vocal chords had admitted some form of sound into the air. He grunted and threw away the remains of his snack and walked out of the area, deciding that maybe this whole "conversation" thing wasn't his style after all. He was simply too awkward for that to ever really work out, and it would seem that Mercy would much rather him keep to himself. He walked along the the hallway and he heard the rather obnoxious noise of his boots hitting the tile, he hated that sound, the way it echoed down the hallway, reminding him exactly how empty his life was. How empty this place was...he felt his stomach turn at the thought of his own existence. He was destined to take of normal humans, just like he once was, he wished he was one of them. He wished he was the one protected and not a protector, now his whole family's blood was destined to be on his two hands...