'Not many, not in the Complex,' the lack of visions was the one blessing in this place. 'After I minded the mutant woman some weeks ago it felt like they were edging back but they left again. At home they were... chaotic, terrifying, about death and doom and almost always right. I would wake up screaming in the middle of the night. Most of the dreams were about Arthur.' but there was no Arthur here, and no magic burned at her veins in the dark of night.

'If I still had the visions we might have avoided Steve being shot.' Maybe. Steve had said he would listen to her, but the boy had a way of doing stupid things no matter what. Unless she'd been able to grab the shooters early it would likely have ended just the same. That didn't stop her feeling guilty, or the annoying feeling of helplessness that kept trying to drown her. 'Though, if I still had my powers I would be a danger to others since I never learned to control them and it's more than visions.'

Morgana's eyes caught on Izzy's braid as it moved, still listening as she spoke about what might have gone wrong, but strangely entranced for a few moments as she watched her before she managed to shake herself out of it, ignoring the desire to ask Izzy if she might fix her hair for her. After all, Morgana's wasn't in the best state today, either.

'But I've been here for months, and you've been here for some time too... even if we suppose we are clones, we go to sleep on cots barely better than ones from my time. There's no interfaces in our rooms, how could they possibly change us all?' then after a brief pause she added. 'The other day I woke up and suddenly things seemed a bit foggy, like I'd forgotten things... maybe this isn't the first time they've tried.'