[ there was a time where morgana understood selflessness, where she'd have given up her own life to save those less capable than her. she, a lady of the court, would have died to save the life of her own maidservant, for any of the commonfolk which uther had deemed unworthy over the lives of royalty. she'd given up food and clothes to make sure they knew they weren't forgotten, that she would fight for them.
eventually, she realized none of it mattered, that her life didn't matter to so many others. the only one who would protect her was herself.
she can hear the suspicion in the statement, with a level of accuracy that she could easily be impressed by. her eyes stare into her cup as though she can remain unfazed by it, but the silence that follows probably gives her away. ]
Perhaps it is I with the ulterior motives. [ she turns to the woman, curving her lips into a sly smile. easier to perform wickedness than to give away the hurt that lives inside of herself. ] After all, I wouldn't hesitate to let you all rot on the field when it comes down to it.
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eventually, she realized none of it mattered, that her life didn't matter to so many others. the only one who would protect her was herself.
she can hear the suspicion in the statement, with a level of accuracy that she could easily be impressed by. her eyes stare into her cup as though she can remain unfazed by it, but the silence that follows probably gives her away. ]
Perhaps it is I with the ulterior motives. [ she turns to the woman, curving her lips into a sly smile. easier to perform wickedness than to give away the hurt that lives inside of herself. ] After all, I wouldn't hesitate to let you all rot on the field when it comes down to it.