[ Morgana nods - again, to herself - and heads for the elevator. She's silent, but it's not like Charles needs words to hear her; the question of whether or not this is real may be momentarily shelved, but there's no answer for why. Why did this happen to her, what did she do deserve this, how could this be good and right redemptive in any way?
She thinks of Elyan screaming, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She made herself a monster, because they called her one. But she wasn't a monster, not like them, not like the Vanquish. She'd needed something from Elyan, hadn't she? Hadn't she?
Pushing the chair along with one hand, she wiped at her eyes with the heel of her other. She had needed information from Elyan. The Vanquish had only wanted to see her in pain. That was the difference. There was a difference. ]
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She thinks of Elyan screaming, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She made herself a monster, because they called her one. But she wasn't a monster, not like them, not like the Vanquish. She'd needed something from Elyan, hadn't she? Hadn't she?
Pushing the chair along with one hand, she wiped at her eyes with the heel of her other. She had needed information from Elyan. The Vanquish had only wanted to see her in pain. That was the difference. There was a difference. ]