[She nods tearfully, feeling like a horrified five year old.]
And we can pick flowers and, and- and get jobs and have a house and, get old- I could get old. Oh god-
[Crying harder, not really caring about what she's saying anymore. Morgana doesn't know anything about her backstory, but who cares? She should have told her a long time ago. It's as good a time as any.]
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And we can pick flowers and, and- and get jobs and have a house and, get old- I could get old. Oh god-
[Crying harder, not really caring about what she's saying anymore. Morgana doesn't know anything about her backstory, but who cares? She should have told her a long time ago. It's as good a time as any.]