[ Cracks begin to show, fiery anger and icy cruelty giving way to frustrations and exhaustion. Her condition is starting to catch up with her, stripping her bare for him to see.

He doesn't understand, how can he understand? He did not live in fear, he never entertained thoughts of how her caring guardian would kill her, he never had to deal with watching her dreams play out in front of her (he never dreamed of his own death night after night and then watch it almost happen).

You abandoned me! She wants to scream at him, she wants to obliterate him. He is just like Uther, so ignorant and foolish, he is his father's son. Stupid, stupid, stupid. ]

I am magic! [ She all but hisses, her grip on her tablet turning her knuckles paler than they already were. ] For all your apparent understanding you know little brother, nor will you ever understand! You will not stop me, you cannot stop me, I will tear Camelot down if I must. I will have what is mine and not even your precious Emrys will save you from the fires of my wrath.

[ Upset, angry, frustrated, and exhausted all at once she flings the tablet away from herself watching it hit the ground with a loud clutter.

Nothing they can do will stop her, nothing at all. ]