☩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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[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.

[a_pretty_fire]

"So watch him," Drusilla murmured, her tone soft and conspiratorial. "Watch him and, when he gets too close, break him."

[magicalskeptic]

There are few people in the universe, to whom Morgana could say such a thing. In fact, there is probably only one. "That is what concerns me most. Then I will be whatever everyone expects me to be."

And Morgana is never one to do something just because everyone expects it.

[a_pretty_fire]

"Or don't," offered Drusilla, "Sometimes people break themselves if they're left with what they've done."

She thought of the Angel Beast - suffering with the guilt of Daddy's actions - and nodded again.