Morgana of Camelot would rip the very air from his lungs, she would watch the life drain from his eyes before the crows began their feasts. [ A beat. ] Morgana of Paradisa is much kinder, she knows death has little impact here, she believes in second chances though she too rages of what has been done to her.

Kindness is repaid with kindness, blood is repaid with blood. And he has taken much blood from me.

But Paradisa has twisted them together so I cannot tell which one I must be ─ for a mixture of both leaves me with too many thoughts, too much heartache. I am torn, pulled by them both but unable to embrace either.