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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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[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.