[Her only friend... Only friend, ever. To the extent of not even realising what the ideal even meant, before. Not truly. Morrigan's not the type for this to anywhere near break her, but it has hit home rather unsettlingly. Now, though, as much as the revelation's pained her, she's getting back to the Morrigan of old. The one who offers solemn advice and tells others she must depart through Eluvian gates.]

So it would seem, Warden...

[Addressing the woman on the screen by that title? A strange experience. It's going to need some getting used to.]

You truly wish to know? I can grant this if you desire... But I do not wish to haunt your dreams with echoes of could-be's and would-have-been's. Some go mad reflecting upon such possibilities.