[ morgana has more interest in prodding the beast than idle conversation, she'll admit. she can adjust to the technology, as shocking as it is. space travel was a far off dream, and yet, here they are... well, this isn't new. the only difference is now she's forced to truly interact with the world. hah. ]

Yes, to both. The concept isn't lost on me.

[ a beat. ]

You seem no more unusual than the other people I have met during my time, and yet... you have become this wretched creature. Tell me, my dear, what kind of hatred sits in the base of your heart? How do you hide it? I'm oh so curious.

[ really, such a sweet voice shouldn't be asking these things, saying these things. she knows that. the skeleton hand rises to her chin, and morgana seems to contemplate venus' appearance for a moment, as if appraising it. ]