[ a silence befalls morgana, but there's something like concern in her expression. she doesn't know this man, but he those strange things on his face - glasses? they're dark, though. perhaps it is for fashion...? and what if they aren't? but then how did he...
morgana's monologuing in her head about how she wants to help, is what i'm getting at. ]
You will... think I'm mad when I say what I must to you, but this is only what I experienced.
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morgana's monologuing in her head about how she wants to help, is what i'm getting at. ]
You will... think I'm mad when I say what I must to you, but this is only what I experienced.
That thing speaks.
[ break it to her gently? ]