[He shuts off the device brusquely. If she means to kill him, surely there would have been some light of triumph in her eyes--perhaps she looked down to shield that tell--but no. He is looking for things that aren't there. And he cannot allow himself even the faintest hope; she is a witch, and even if she renounced her magic and all that she had done, how could he forgive her?
And yet he buckles on his sword and goes out into the city to find her--only to see for himself that she has not changed. Or so Arthur tells himself.
It does not take long to find the market, and it is no difficult thing to spot Morgana. And she looks--different. Not the Morgana he saw in the picture on his device, when she first arrived in this city--but the Morgana he knows, the one he tries not to think of. It could be an act, he tells himself; it could be an act the same way that she acted while she worked to betray Camelot--]
Morgana.
[He does not approach her, but stands, with his hand on his sword. Wary--and, against his better efforts, hopeful, too.]
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And yet he buckles on his sword and goes out into the city to find her--only to see for himself that she has not changed. Or so Arthur tells himself.
It does not take long to find the market, and it is no difficult thing to spot Morgana. And she looks--different. Not the Morgana he saw in the picture on his device, when she first arrived in this city--but the Morgana he knows, the one he tries not to think of. It could be an act, he tells himself; it could be an act the same way that she acted while she worked to betray Camelot--]
Morgana.
[He does not approach her, but stands, with his hand on his sword. Wary--and, against his better efforts, hopeful, too.]