[ She sneers, frustration climbing. She knows this type, the Lady Morgana counted herself as one in a way. It is just another reminder of what was and what is gone. Why can't she escape it? Why must it dog her every step? ]
If I wanted your help child, I would have asked for it. [ Her fingers tingle with magic demanding release. ] I do not wish your help, nor do I need it. Why is that so hard for you understand?
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If I wanted your help child, I would have asked for it. [ Her fingers tingle with magic demanding release. ] I do not wish your help, nor do I need it. Why is that so hard for you understand?