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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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[Drawling:] If you find an answer, be sure to tell me.

[A flick of eyebrow.]

You think me disingenuous? Or perhaps would have me share your fate?

I would have every one of you share my fate. [It's cruel, and not entirely true - but not entirely false. Misery loves company.]

I see... And tell me, Morgana, precisely what good would that do me?

Who said anything about good?

And, thus, it becomes clear why you are here...

Please. You're free to come and go, you've avoided some of the worst this ship has to offer, and you think you can judge me?

I judge only what fate you would decree for me; someone who has done nothing more than shown willingness to listen.

Not everyone is your enemy, Morgana.

When enemies stand all around, you learn to look for them.

[Maybe she's right, but Morgana doesn't back down easily, especially when she's wrong.]

In any case, the Barge doesn't do good. You'd be a fool to believe it.

Incompetent, perhaps. Bickering, certainly. But a conspiracy against you? I think not... Nor do I have reason to misinform you. There was little co-ordination between wardens when last I visited and it seems just as rare now. They focus on their own problems, Morgana, not a fruitless quest to undermine you.

Nevertheless, I know not this Admiral's motives. I know only what I shall seek to do.

I am not that selfish, Morrigan, or that paranoid. I know what I see, and all I've seen here has been fruitless.

And what would you have your warden do, which they refuse to now? Had you been placed in charge of yourself... What would provide best response?

Nothing. I don't want his redemption.

That is not what I asked...

It is. I don't want this, I don't want any of it. I am sick to death of being told to strive for something I can't attain.

You? Cannot attain...?

What could prove so impossible for one such as yourself?

I can't break fate.

Incorrect.

And the means by which to do so has been before your very eyes, even within your grasp, since your arrival...

That's the first lie the Admiral tells us.

Which makes it no less true.

As wardens, we are offered whatever may be desired most. Unless consumed by spite for the position, I see no reason why you, yourself, could not graduate to the role of teaching another. Thus, securing the alteration of fate you most wish for...

If, of course, you find this to be a step in compromise too far? I will not disrespect you for it. Acceptance of it is, however, the most obvious path of action before you.

Edited 2013-09-07 19:58 (UTC)

You think I would be a warden, and watch what's happened to me happen to others? [There could not be more contempt in her voice.]

No, Morgana... I think you would improve the system for others, by way of having been its captive.

[Spoken very matter-of-factly. Perhaps even a little bit almost motherly.]

Think of it as a form of subterfuge for the better.

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There is no way to improve a system ruled by someone who cannot be swayed. Or touched. [Or killed.]

It doesn't matter, anyway. I'm as trapped now as the day I arrived.

On the contrary... 'Tis rare, indeed, for the one sitting upon throne to be wholly in charge. This is not where true power most often resides. A crown, by itself, means nothing. Aside, of course, from giving assassins a target.

Here, 'tis especially so. This Admiral seems to dictate little outside of paired combinations. We wardens squabble and bicker, but sometimes... Sometimes seek agreement by consensus. 'Tis there where you can make most difference.

Certainly a great deal more than in your present role, no?

No. [She's sharp.] It doesn't matter what you agree or don't agree on, in the end he's the only one that can affect this ship. He's the only one that can do fill deals or release inmates. He's the only one that chooses to keep us alive or let us die, and I certainly don't trust him.

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