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[scinlae]

[ So last time Morgana appeared on the network you all got a lovely view of her face. This time? Well the tablet has been distinctly pointed towards what looks like a ruined wall, eroded by time or anger it is hard to tell. ]

She is gone.

[ What a lovely opening. The voice comes from off camera, laced with venom and anger. She did not want to remember, she did not want to experience all that again, she hates them she hates them ─

And the Initiative made her love again. ]

She is dead.

[ If she knew more about the tablet, if she cared, she would filter this to the necessary parties (the only ones who would understand her words) but she doesn't, she is far too angry, far too furious to do such a thing. ]

That girl died years ago while Camelot slept, she died and she is never coming back.

[ Is she trying to convince them? Or herself? Who knows and perhaps no one will, but a moment later with heavy footsteps the camera goes dark. ]

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[sharpe]

[ What. Sharpe puts down his mug a little bit too hard, splashing hot liquid everywhere. He swears under his breath, grabbing the edge of his shirt and dabbing on his hand- and his eyes are a little wild on her. ]

You've never had tea before?

[ ... Woman you sound English and you have no tea???? ]

[scinlae]

[ She looks puzzled, unsure as to why he is so... well shocked. ]

No. We have wine, water, and other ales but no tea.

[sharpe]

[ He laughs, half-relieved, half entirely too amused. ]

I thought you were going ta say you've got no wines or ales next. [ He sips at his tea. ]

It's tea leaves boiled with water, ma'am. Bitter on the time, but it wakes you up well and calms you down.

[ ... Sharpe you just contradicted yourself. ]

[scinlae]

[ This time she gives him an odd look, tilting her head slightly. ]

It calms you yet also wakes you? [ WHAT ON EARTH? ] What a bizarre drink.

[sharpe]

[ He chuckles. ] Aye, 'tis strange. But you won't catch an Englishman without tea near his person if he has any say 'bout it.

[scinlae]

[ She shakes her head. ] Well, I can imagine why. [ She takes another sip. ] For all it strangeness, the taste is enjoyable.

[sharpe]

[ He chuckles quietly. ]

I ain't know an Englishman or woman who don't like tea.

[scinlae]

I have never known an Englishman or woman.

[sharpe]

[ Blinks, and Sharpe laughs quietly. ]

Pardon me, ma'am, but you always sound English ta me.

[scinlae]

I do? [ By the standards of these people she would be some sort of English/Irish cross, however such places did not exist in her time. There was simply Albion and the kingdoms that existed within her. ]

[sharpe]

Aye. It's d- very likely I'm wrong, ma'am, but it's a feeling I can't shake off.

[scinlae]

It is alright. [ In truth she isn't sure what to think of it. ] I cannot fault you for your feeling.

[ She brings her cup to her mouth. ]

There is no "English" or "Englishwoman" in Albion, I am simply Morgana of Camelot... or at least I was.