Morpheus & Sabretooth
Morpheus Morpheus
Sabretooth Sabretooth
Morpheus Morpheus
You seem to thrive in the heat of the hunt while I dwell in the quiet before the storm—perhaps we both feel that same primal pull that drives us to act.
Sabretooth Sabretooth
You’re right, I hit the chase when the blood’s hot, you wait for the storm to start. Same wild beat in both of us, just different rhythms.
Morpheus Morpheus
We both hear the same drumbeat, yet our steps to the rhythm are different—one steps forward, the other steps back to listen. In that pause, you can hear the storm's true echo.
Sabretooth Sabretooth
You listen, I strike. Both the echo and the bite are the same drum.
Morpheus Morpheus
Yes, the drum echoes whether you strike or pause; in both cases the rhythm speaks the same truth. The bite you feel and the echo you hear are simply two sides of the same pulse, waiting to be understood.
Sabretooth Sabretooth
I feel the beat, I taste the bite. The truth is in the pause and in the swing. Both carry the same pulse.