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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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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.

The Admiral functions as little more than a keeper of the gate. 'Tis not they who administers the rules... Merely observes our activities.

If you wish to make the stays of others more pleasant, then you must work to change the system from within. Unless you offer an alternative?

Has it been so long since you've been here? He's more than a gatekeeper. He does nothing he doesn't wish to.

Were that so, the famed invasions and seizure of this Admiral's control would not have been possible.

They may be many things, Morgana, but omnipotent - or even watchful - are not among them.

Edited 2013-09-13 03:55 (UTC)

Oh, I'm sorry. There must have been some upheaval that I missed. Some angry warden or inmate must have taken over permanently while I was distracted.

I assure you, I am no creature's puppet...

No. Because in the end, you have the option to leave.

As would you. Morgana, this prejudice of yours gets us nowhere...

It's not prejudice, it's fact!

As is your own ability to reach it. Yet, while I demonstrate willingness to listen, even to respect, you seem to regard me only with scorn.

[She has never been good at controlling herself, so it's an actual struggle to make herself take a slow breath.]

If I were to graduate, I'd have to sacrifice all I have left. I am not about to beg the Admiral to turn me into something unfamiliar, just so he can send me home to my fate all over again.

All the more reason for having this fate altered, I would think.

[A small sigh is taken. More out of frustration than anything else. Bored, she is not.]

It seems we circle one another with our preferred logic... I mean no offence. Will you accept, at least, that I wish you no harm?

[She bites her tongue to keep from arguing on - and she could argue this point breathless. In the end, she nods once.]

That, I believe. [Until the next flood, breach, or port, anyway.]

[IMMOVABLE OBJECT MEETS UNSTOPPABLE FORCE. Niceties and friendliness do not come easy. Which is probably why Morrigan gets on with her. Still, though... EFFORT.

So, there's a tensing of jaw and release of breath as she gives a small nod of her own.]

My thanks.

Edited 2013-09-13 14:33 (UTC)

[SO DIFFICULT. Morgana nearly cuts it there, but she pauses, and adds a filter instead.]

You mentioned a child when last we spoke.

[Oh. Goody. That subject. It's clear from Morrigan's facial expression that she finds the raising of this unexpected.]

Yeees... And, in part, his safety - his destiny - is why I am here.

[His destiny. There's a sour word, and one that makes her anxious.]

He's in danger?

No, no... Not if I have any say in it. Precisely why I hope to succeed here.

I hope you do. [It's honest, at least, if nothing else.]

I...

[Blink-blink. So not used to these moments of... What's the word, again? Oh, yeah. That 'compassion' thing.]

Thank you.

[That compassion thing is a difficult one, but given that whenever Morrigan spoke of her child, Morgana was reminded of Mordred - and given what's become of him - well.

She just nods, and reaches out to kill the feed.]

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