[ wow haha it's really like looking at giselle, which is mildly uncomfortable, because she's also seeing parts of herself in jake now. this wholehearted desire to help people and assuming there was a reason to the betrayal, how familiar. what next, will he say that the knives in his back are trials from God, too? who is this? who in the world is this? has he had a good life? morgana wonders. ]

...You are naive to the way of the world, my dear. You're afraid to offend me, I can tell. The way you make sure I know you don't mind what I feel is the "right" way to live or think, as if you can't bear the idea of losing the conversation at hand. And when I say losing, I don't mean that as if it is a fight. No, as if it is a trinket you can lose. Tell me, is it because you seek approval from even strangers, or because you're afraid of me? Or perhaps you are not used to strangers at all. Which is it? They're all quite sad, pathetic, even, but the distinction tells me a lot about yourself.