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[wedonot]

[Private to Morgana, backdated to after Mozenrath's post]

Mozenrath's asked me to be your interim warden for the foreseeable future. How are you doing?

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[youwillgotohell]

I've been trying to prevent my visions since I first started having them.

[And she doesn't want to admit defeat, because saying that battlefield will happen will mean she's lost, and there's no point in going on - but if she doesn't go on, it will never happen, and it's meant to happen.

It wasn't enough that she was born with magic, she had to be given this extra curse. She hates it, all too often.]

[wedonot]

I still don't believe our destinies have already been decided for us. What's the point of doing anything if everything we'll ever do has already been decided for us?

[youwillgotohell]

Because we aren't meant to know.

[wedonot]

In worlds like ours, where people can predict the future, that seems a bit flawed, wouldn't you say?

[youwillgotohell]

Maybe it's a flaw in me.

[wedonot]

There's nothing wrong with you, Morgana.

[youwillgotohell]

There are no answers to anything, Charles. [Not even that. She doesn't really think there's something wrong with her, though sometimes she's afraid she's as flawed as Uther. But. Pushing that aside.]

Maybe there never will be.

[wedonot]

And maybe there will be.

[youwillgotohell]

I wish I had your hope.

[wedonot]

I can't blame you for having a difficult time sharing it.

[youwillgotohell]

I didn't think you would.