[ He's already in the gardens when she arrives, but he waits to see her and take stock of the state she's in before he approaches. Cautiously, as always, and leaving plenty of ground between them.
It's not the frail Morgana he saw in the woods, but it's hard not to remember her that way, let it soften the harshness of her appearance. It's enough to make him withhold any commands or accusations, tell her to hurry up and say what she has to say, and instead he waits patiently for her to establish the tone of the encounter. Because honestly, he has no idea what to expect at this point. ]
[ She curses herself quietly, she should have noticed his presence the moments she reached the gardens but she hadn't. Her mind far too wrapped in itself and her thoughts.
It doesn't show, she remains silent for a moment scratching at the stone of the fountain.
Where to start? There are so many places she has no idea where to begin. ]
I never knew. [ That's a start. ] I never knew about the spell.
[ And even if he doesn't know what to expect, that'd be the last thing on the list. It's startling, causes his heart to jump into his throat if only for a second. He doesn't have to ask which spell. ]
I should have told you.
[ Told her about the spell, given her a choice, at least let her understand why he did what he did. ] I couldn't - [ Stops, isn't sure how to continue without returning to apologies and excuses. ] There was too much at stake.
[ Less than a second and her blood boils, fingers wanting so desperately to dig into the stone beneath them. Instead she spins on her heels, expression heavy with anger and hurt. ]
You should have, you should have asked. But you didn't, you betrayed me, you poisoned me!
[ She can still feel the poison now, she can still feel her throat burning and her lungs constricting. ]
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It's not the frail Morgana he saw in the woods, but it's hard not to remember her that way, let it soften the harshness of her appearance. It's enough to make him withhold any commands or accusations, tell her to hurry up and say what she has to say, and instead he waits patiently for her to establish the tone of the encounter. Because honestly, he has no idea what to expect at this point. ]
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It doesn't show, she remains silent for a moment scratching at the stone of the fountain.
Where to start? There are so many places she has no idea where to begin. ]
I never knew. [ That's a start. ] I never knew about the spell.
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I should have told you.
[ Told her about the spell, given her a choice, at least let her understand why he did what he did. ] I couldn't - [ Stops, isn't sure how to continue without returning to apologies and excuses. ] There was too much at stake.
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You should have, you should have asked. But you didn't, you betrayed me, you poisoned me!
[ She can still feel the poison now, she can still feel her throat burning and her lungs constricting. ]
I thought ─ [ I thought we were friends. ]