'Maybe we could pile them all in a room and get our... extra talents back for good.' It was partially a joke, but she couldn't help but wonder if it would actually work. One had brought back her spark, maybe enough of them nearby could turn that spark into a (hopefully not too literal) flame.
Perhaps then they could be free. Barry had said he had a mission on the surface, and he had come back knowing her name and everyone else so it would seem he had come back whole. It was possible if enough of them could get their abilities back that they could take over, or at the very least they could leave. They might never make it back to their own "true" homes, but in her case there was little sin to that. Morgana would only miss Gwen, and maybe Arthur.
'It wasn't a matter of fear in Camelot. The King just changed his mind, he sent maybe a quarter of his people to their deaths. Magic was worse than being a murderer, even if you only used it to help knead your bread or entertain your children. It wasn't always that way. Not at all until the Queen died in childbed.' She had been too small to remember that, but her father had told her plenty of stories in secret, sometimes when he was sure she was fast asleep he would whisper to her of how he had grown up and how he hoped to right it all so she could have some of the self-same experiences even if he had to send himself to hell to manage it.
Gorlois had died long before he'd been able to do much of anything other than make sure she survived.
There's something about the easy warmth of Izzy's laughter that helped to soothe out Morgana's worries, just a little, she might be right and her dreams could've passed right over Steve. Maybe. It wasn't like she could do anything about it now, regardless.
'Oh.' Morgana replies, but her eyes quickly light up. 'Gaius, our physician, when people are found he looks them over to see what has happened. Like once we had a plague where the dead were white as a sheet but their veins were so blue... Gaius examined them to try to work out what was happening. There was a monster in the water, though Uther decided sweet Guinevere was a witch and tried to have her executed. Just because her father got better. Gwen wouldn't know how to do witchcraft if you dumped her in a library of spellbooks.' excitement turned quickly to quietly festering anger over the accusations toward her friend, but it was no matter, not here, and barely a breath later she added:
'Is that what you mean? Though I can't imagine how looking at a body would help examine a bra----- You cut them open?'
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Perhaps then they could be free. Barry had said he had a mission on the surface, and he had come back knowing her name and everyone else so it would seem he had come back whole. It was possible if enough of them could get their abilities back that they could take over, or at the very least they could leave. They might never make it back to their own "true" homes, but in her case there was little sin to that. Morgana would only miss Gwen, and maybe Arthur.
'It wasn't a matter of fear in Camelot. The King just changed his mind, he sent maybe a quarter of his people to their deaths. Magic was worse than being a murderer, even if you only used it to help knead your bread or entertain your children. It wasn't always that way. Not at all until the Queen died in childbed.' She had been too small to remember that, but her father had told her plenty of stories in secret, sometimes when he was sure she was fast asleep he would whisper to her of how he had grown up and how he hoped to right it all so she could have some of the self-same experiences even if he had to send himself to hell to manage it.
Gorlois had died long before he'd been able to do much of anything other than make sure she survived.
There's something about the easy warmth of Izzy's laughter that helped to soothe out Morgana's worries, just a little, she might be right and her dreams could've passed right over Steve. Maybe. It wasn't like she could do anything about it now, regardless.
'Oh.' Morgana replies, but her eyes quickly light up. 'Gaius, our physician, when people are found he looks them over to see what has happened. Like once we had a plague where the dead were white as a sheet but their veins were so blue... Gaius examined them to try to work out what was happening. There was a monster in the water, though Uther decided sweet Guinevere was a witch and tried to have her executed. Just because her father got better. Gwen wouldn't know how to do witchcraft if you dumped her in a library of spellbooks.' excitement turned quickly to quietly festering anger over the accusations toward her friend, but it was no matter, not here, and barely a breath later she added:
'Is that what you mean? Though I can't imagine how looking at a body would help examine a bra----- You cut them open?'