[ This Morgana never took up the mantle of a witch. She is still... in her own eyes, a saint. To her, there was never a tower, nor was there death. True, she craved release, as she always had. But it had not come for her. Her arm had never been severed, and her blood never farmed as a miracle elixir while another woman reaped the benefits in the role she coveted. ...To this Morgana, the lord never came for her again.
...She never thought she would see him again.
But he has the audacity to ruin the moment as realization washes over her like a cool bath. He's alive he's alive he's alive he's alive he's alive he's alive... And standing here, in the courtyard, among the green, green grass, as she sings... just like he said in her dream. Haha...
A part of her wants to weep. Her eyes sting and she blinks, drawing in a shaky breath. Another part of her wants to bite down on his hand again, as hard as she can. Something she had said in her dream comes to mind --
Perhaps... all her suffering really would be worth it, then. ]
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...She never thought she would see him again.
But he has the audacity to ruin the moment as realization washes over her like a cool bath. He's alive he's alive he's alive he's alive he's alive he's alive... And standing here, in the courtyard, among the green, green grass, as she sings... just like he said in her dream. Haha...
A part of her wants to weep. Her eyes sting and she blinks, drawing in a shaky breath. Another part of her wants to bite down on his hand again, as hard as she can. Something she had said in her dream comes to mind --
Perhaps... all her suffering really would be worth it, then. ]
You... survived......