We will deal with it said with so much ease should've made her feel better, except it didn't. In her experience, the only way people dealt with witchcraft run amok was death, and gods help her she wasn't ready to die. Not in this place. Not here. Even though she was certain that Steve didn't mean he would summarily execute her, it didn't stop the thought from lingering in her mind, making already nervous fingers twitch and fidget more as she tried to listen.
As she tried to remain the calm, poised Lady she was trained to be.
But she was so afraid. For herself, of herself, of this beastly power she had been born with and had slumbered in her for years before coming out as anything more than her visions. Of the consequences of whatever it was on that day that had brought an inkling of it back. Morgana was so afraid, in fact, she almost didn't hear Steves words about him feeling it too, only catching it at the last second.
She blinked, quickly brushing away the tear that fell because of it, protests of how dangerous she was temporarily dying on her tongue.
'You felt it too?' she asked, sliding closer until the orange of her jumpsuit just barely touched his before she remembered herself. 'What did you feel?' maybe if she'd taken the time to talk to him after she realised what was happening it might have been easier, hell, if she had talked to anyone but then she'd been busy getting the food and helping Lydia and everything else. She had been running on fumes, being that they didn't get any sleep on 102 and it had just slipped her mind.
'At least one. I'm pretty sure, anyway. I barely remember it, I didn't know the faces but I'm not at home, so I doubt my visions would be of home where I would know.' truth was she had fallen asleep in one of the corridors she knew to have no working cameras, while trying to clear her thoughts away from the endless crowding of people that seemed to fill almost every area she was allowed access. It was only a miracle that no one had been around to discover her at the time, or if they had they didn't care enough to report a girl who slept in a corridor and woke screaming and muttering.
It had been the first time since she got here that she had been tempted to buy those drugs you could get from the commissary, or maybe something stronger.
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As she tried to remain the calm, poised Lady she was trained to be.
But she was so afraid. For herself, of herself, of this beastly power she had been born with and had slumbered in her for years before coming out as anything more than her visions. Of the consequences of whatever it was on that day that had brought an inkling of it back. Morgana was so afraid, in fact, she almost didn't hear Steves words about him feeling it too, only catching it at the last second.
She blinked, quickly brushing away the tear that fell because of it, protests of how dangerous she was temporarily dying on her tongue.
'You felt it too?' she asked, sliding closer until the orange of her jumpsuit just barely touched his before she remembered herself. 'What did you feel?' maybe if she'd taken the time to talk to him after she realised what was happening it might have been easier, hell, if she had talked to anyone but then she'd been busy getting the food and helping Lydia and everything else. She had been running on fumes, being that they didn't get any sleep on 102 and it had just slipped her mind.
'At least one. I'm pretty sure, anyway. I barely remember it, I didn't know the faces but I'm not at home, so I doubt my visions would be of home where I would know.' truth was she had fallen asleep in one of the corridors she knew to have no working cameras, while trying to clear her thoughts away from the endless crowding of people that seemed to fill almost every area she was allowed access. It was only a miracle that no one had been around to discover her at the time, or if they had they didn't care enough to report a girl who slept in a corridor and woke screaming and muttering.
It had been the first time since she got here that she had been tempted to buy those drugs you could get from the commissary, or maybe something stronger.