[ thank goodness. she doesn't have to explain that much - although honestly, she'd rather not explain anything at this point. she'd rather duck out of this conversation altogether and hide in her room until she knows judging eyes won't watch her any longer. but that's not an option here, not when she's already made up her mind to be as unflinchingly, rebelliously nice as she can be. so she hears morgana out, and mulls over her question, and crosses her arms before she responds. ]

Mm... I don't know if I want to tell you? Haha. [ her words, polite as they are, don't sound defiant - but her actions speak much louder. ] I mean, whatever it is... it's bad enough to make me a devil, right? The worst girl in the world. Why would someone like you want to know about that?

[ the hand of a skeleton at morgana's cheek is- intimidating, a little. she seems so cruel from what few words she's spoken, so unbearably good and righteous that the bones seem out of place. who is this lady? what is she? it's a lot to think about, and it sort of makes her head hurt - trying to figure people out like this always does.

so she smiles (thin, and more than a little cautious, but not insincerely), and taps her elbow gently, and says: ]

If you really want to know, I'll tell you. I'll tell you all the sins I can remember. But I don't want to do that without making sure you want to hear it. I mean, there's no point to tempting the unwilling, right?