☩In high vengeance there is noble scorn☩

[magicalskeptic]

 Morgana is positively seething by the time she finds herself in the agora. Whether the anger is simply delayed as she's been the necessary nursemaid for the better part of a fortnight, or it's been slowly percolating the whole time, she would be unable to clarify. She's been purposefully keeping the object of her anger oblivious to what's happened

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[northseaflotsam]

Morgana is an arresting figure at the moment, let's put it that way. He pauses at a safe distance, eyeing her and her bundle of horrors. "Usually because the alternative is even more miserable. Has something come up, my lady?"

[magicalskeptic]

A safe distance is definitely a good idea, at the moment.

Morgana's smile is both brilliant, and completely false. "Why do you stay so far away? Too much of a coward to admire your work?"

[northseaflotsam]

Oh, he knows that smile. It's far too familiar, considering the time and the place, and for a moment he has all he can do to cover his instinctive recoil. Then, with measured calm, "Perhaps you'd better specify."

[magicalskeptic]

Morgana takes a step closer. She's not the least bit intimidated. She's staring at him like she's in training and he's the target.

"Are you saying you have no recollection, nor insight as to what this may be about?"

This is not helping his case. Morgana's mind is clearly leaning towards introducing him to his entrails, even though the smile remains.

[a_pretty_fire]

"Because they're are frightened."

At first, her voice seemed to appear from nowhere at all. A moment later, the shadows unfolded and allowed her to step into the agora and greet Morgana. She could smell the anger in her. The potential of it. It was as intoxicating as it was unexpected.

"They don't see that revenge is a sweeter medicine."

But Drusilla did. She wasn't a patient teacher, but she was persistent.

[magicalskeptic]

She turns to Drusilla, oddly grateful for someone who might understand. "This message this belief that forgiveness can right things, or allow someone to recover from an injury, is foolish." Morgana's nursed unforgivable injuries for most of her life.

"As if things can be erased by a few words of apology, an act of contrition, and then the responsibility falls to the one wronged to forgive. Why should anyone feel they have the right to ask such a thing of someone so wronged."

Yes, Morgana is in a right temper.

[a_pretty_fire]

"Oh, yes," crooned Drusilla, feeding the flames of Morgana's fire with soft words and secret venom, "Words can't knit together broken bones or sooth bloody wounds, can it? They can't bring back the dead."

(She should know. How many times had she cried for little Anne or her mother and father, praying that the Lord would rescue them from the Beast and bring them back to her? In the end, the Beast had saved her in his own way.)

[magicalskeptic]

"They are ineffective salves," Morgana agrees. "As if their actions are so easily negated."

Morgana looks at Drusilla, and it is rare for the Morgana everyone tells her about to be seen in her, the one perfectly capable of all the deeds that would usually horrify her, but this is one of those occasions. Before Drusilla's arrival, she came close to killing Mordred. She'd certainly thought about it, and the dagger is still wet from the wound she did give him.

"We should be allowed to ask for more."

[ladyquietude]

"It's poison," Petrana answers quietly, her hands clasped together in front of her as she doesn't quite look at Morgana but somewhere in her own memory. "Carrying bitterness, hatred, a grudge; the wrong done to us is done again and again and again inside of us, insidious, and it continues to hold a power. It doesn't hurt them not to be forgiven."

Whether or not she's actually made peace with her own personal demons - a white-haired liar springs to mind - this is something she understands well.

"Forgiveness is...personal and private and means to let a wound scar over. One may carry a scar without bleeding from it daily."

[magicalskeptic]

Morgana has already done what she intended.

No, that would be dishonest, as she came to the agora with the intention of killing Mordred, but wounded him instead. It had nothing to do with her victim. Mordred's survival had far more to do with his victim.

The clothing she carried is disposed of, but has yet to clean her dagger.

Morgana doesn't look at Petra, as she can't quite help but feel a little ashamed of her current state, though it has more to do with losing Petra's good opinion. "But a scar is visible to everyone." Morgana tries to hide hers best she can, but they are evident to those who know her.

"They receive forgiveness but we carry the constant reminder for others to see. We remember what the wound felt like."

[ladyquietude]

"Do they receive anything? That must depend on what you believe forgiveness to entail. To forgive is neither to forget, nor to condone. It is simply to let go. Our scars are not weakness, they are part of our history; I would prefer to be the owner of my injuries, and not their victim."

This is not easy for Petra to say, and her quiet, almost unsteady voice indicates as much - but she believes it, and sometimes she finds peace in it.

[magicalskeptic]

"They receive forgiveness. They receive the right to appear injured, even offended if their past wrongs are revisited." Forgiveness has been a rarity in Morgana's life. She was raised by a warrior, only to become ward to a man who wields all his power to avenge the wrongs done to him.

"Why do they get such a thing, when we have the scar. No, they should be the one made to carry it." And tonight, Morgana's tried to do so.