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And so, I find myself returned to the Admiral's bosom... A scant few changes, here and there, yet still incompetence persists. A situation common to most kingdoms, it seems.

Tell me, am I to expect the same ritual humiliation as persisted during my previous visitation? I have so missed the opportunity to awake and discover I possess another's body or gills where none should be... Still, some prices are worth paying - just. A lesson, I am sure, which shall be sorely tested before my time here is at an end, once more.

[And there it ends... Of course, being Morrigan, she's no idea her Claudia Black-alike voice might be mistaken for certain previous residents aboard ship.]

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I had less than two years instruction. I had to discover a lot on my own.

And hunted for it, as in my world? Or do your people have a more evolved perspective on things?

[That earns a snort.] There are no evolved perspectives on magic.

There's mine.

In my world, I meant.

Though that is a pleasant change of pace.

Oh? You've the only such power to wield? Surely, there must be others.

Others who have been forced to hide for decades.

Not so different to my world, after all...

Very similar, as I recall.

Indeed... Or at least, until now. Still, the significance of change depends on which direction it is headed.

Have you seen change for the worse?

[It takes a few moments of contemplation to carefully answer that.]

Certainly... Though, even my trip into the Circle Tower to see it rife with abominations, pales in comparison to what was to come.

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And what came?

War... Beliefs laying in ashes... Kingdoms fallen to dust... None - man, woman or child - who shall escape the fires from above...

[A ball of spherical energy is formed between her hands. Snapshots of visions flashing through it. Grass, jungle, deserts - all manner of environments. Towns, castles, cities... All albaze. Destruction. Battles on a scale never seen. The clash of sword against armour and magic against flesh.

And somewhere else. The sky. A great rip in the fabric of reality, tearing open from one realm to another. Unholy terrors ripping forth.]

And one who may yet turn the tide... Or bend it to their will.

[A silhouette is glimpsed, but gender or species... Too hazy to make out. Morrigan flashing away the glimpse of a would-be future, for now.]

Many things led to this. Oppression and foolishness chief amongst them... Do not let arrogance become you, Morgana. 'Tis a poisoned chalice best left unswallowed.

[Though she watched quietly, now she has to laugh. It's bitter, twists her mouth sourly.]

Yes, it is. [But said in the tone of, I know, and it's too late. Arrogance saw her die. No mortal blade can kill me.

She pushes those memories back, though; they are the last things she wants to recall.]

You seem to convey more outside of words... 'Tis a lesson you've perhaps learnt harshly?

Harshly and well.

At the hand of your warden or... Unforeseen activities?

I've been home twice since you were last here. [Her voice and face have gone hard; it's the only way she knows to discuss this without shaking.]

The last I was there, I died.

My sympathies... Though, I am sure you do not crave them.

What is it, Morgana, that you would most wish for? Outside of your world, that is. Speak freely. I wish to know of it.

Why? [It's not quite paranoia, but it's not far; she doesn't trust easily anymore.]

Because I wish to understand your inclinations. I find myself in wonder at why a mage in whom I find... Shards of a reflection, no matter how slight, should find herself here.

All I wish for is to leave. [It's vague at best, and that's how she prefers it. She doesn't want to be here, but there is no more life for her to return to.]

And if this were done? What then? Think beyond mere escape, Morgana... I ask what you would wish for yourself, were all things possible. What you feel would give you most satisfaction in life.

Death.

[she's not certain if she includes her own in that, but she'd rather not let on her indecision.]

I want to watch them die, and I want them to know it was me who did it.

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