[It was good of him to keep quiet; Morgana wouldn't have stood under a lecture, though lately it was hard to tell if she'd react with anger or anguish. Once the elevator doors closed, she turned him so that he could face the door, before leaning back against the wall with her head tilted back, staring at the light in the ceiling.
She could not keep this up. She was going mad, letting her thoughts chase each other.]
Tell me about the others like you, [she said softly. The other mutants; she wanted to hear about others who were different in their worlds.]
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She could not keep this up. She was going mad, letting her thoughts chase each other.]
Tell me about the others like you, [she said softly. The other mutants; she wanted to hear about others who were different in their worlds.]