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3rd Judgement ~ [Video]

[While Uther holds his back straight and chin held high - because he is king and whatever he can keep of that he'll take - he looks fairly worse for wear with slight bags under his eyes and obvious exhaustion despite his posture. It's been rough ever since he came here, but even more so recently, and sleep and rest is are very elusive things.

But despite how tired he is, he's relied on Arthur's support for too long and, honestly, he's not sure he can convince himself he even deserves that loyalty so much anymore. That's why he's addressing the network.

He almost feels a little awkward, but he doesn't show it.]

How does one go about.. finding a job?

[It's probably less about it being a new world so how should he know how it works and more about him not having had to look for one, ever.]

((OOC: I'm going to go on a slowatus from tomorrow until the 9th August oops so this isn't really great timing, but waiting would have been OOC of him so at least I can get in a day of proper tagging. Do please bear with me orz.))

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[ she acts fearless, yes but it is only to cover for her slight panic. This is madness; if she's lucky he would not blame the others for keeping her secret and simply banish her. If she's not, well. He cannot kill her with his bare hands, at least. ]

I..I will be there shortly, then.

[He bows his head, just slightly.]

I will be waiting.

[ So 'shortly' takes her longer than she thought. She changes her mind half a dozen times, comes close to tell Uther to simply forget she ever said anything. She thinks of talking to Merlin or Arthur or Gwen but no, it is a thing she must do by herself. But she cannot. how could she? Uther would loathe her and Arthur will have another reason to fight him and it might make matters worse. Still, she has magic and she believes Uther cares for her. He does not care for much, she thinks but he does care for her so maybe if she tells him -

She owes it to herself and to those like her. Magic is not something to be hiding, it is no disease and she will not treat it as such.

Well then, after long moments of just...standing there outside of his door she knocks. Perhaps she is a shade or two paler than the usual. ]

[Uther is not much of a patient man, but the wait causes something entirely different from impatience. It's more... nervousness, concern, restlessness, leaves him more twitchy than usual because the time Morgana takes only further feeds the suspicion that this is big and something to be a little worried about.

Still, he tries to occupy himself somehow; does some cleaning, checks over everything, stares at the empty room that used to be Arthur's for a while as he ponders whether or not to do something else with it. When there is finally a knock, he almost jumps at it, and takes a deep breath as he schools his expression into calm while he moves to open it, steps steady and sure as they always are.

When he sees her, he's even more sure that the concern is well placed, and he frowns as he steps aside to let her pass.]

Morgana. Are you... unwell?

[Or is it just nerves for you as well?]

I'm well, my lord. I apologize for being so late. I -

[ thought and re-thought and then thought again and she is really not certain she's doing the right thing. ]

I took longer than I thought I would.

[With a wave of his hand, he tries to give her a reassuring smile. He would like to think he succeeds, too.]

There is no need to apologise. I will gladly put away as much time as you may need.

[Without hesitation.

He moves to stand in the middle of the room, and puts his hands behind his back as he turns to Morgana.]

What is it you wish to say?

[ She cannot think of the expression that will replace the smile and so she moves to sit, distracted. What was she thinking? she cannot tell him. He spent years hunting people like her, why would it be any different with her? She'd be a sad scarifies to make for the greater good but one that simply has to made. She cannot tell him, he'd have her killed and Arthur will not allow it, what was she thinking? ]

....Has Gaius ever spoke to you of...of my sleeping problems?

[As she sits, so does he, because he does not want to be standing above her. Not now.

He places one elbow on the table and rests his chin in his hand, thumb pressed to his jaw. He's eying her, but he tries not to make it too obvious or possibly uncomfortable.]

Of course he has. I hope they are not troubling you too much here, now that Gaius is not present to give you the usual remedies.

No, it is not that. His remedies never helped to begin with. Not once.

[ she just took them since Gaius would not listen to her. ]

[He straightens up in his seat, brow furrowing in a frown again. Something that Gaius couldn't help with...?

He has a feeling it's definitely not a good thing.]

That I did not hear about. What is it, then?

....When I was twelve, I dreamed of Arthur riding on his horse in the fields without his tutor and falling. A few days later it came to pass. I dreamed of that wretched Lady Sophia and of the Questing Beast. They all came true.

...

[It's never been anything that he's actually faced, as far as he knows. He thinks of himself as knowledgeable enough about magic to be able to fight it, and recognise it when he sees it. Foreseeing the future...

That's something he's only heard about, and been unsure if it existed. He doesn't want to believe it, which is why he leans forward again, pressing his hands together as he gives Morgana a long look, in complete silence.

It can't be...]

Are you certain?

[ and as he leans forward, she leans back. He could make for her throat for all that she knows and yes, she's scared. ]

I'm certain. Gaius did not listen but it is true. I see into what shall be.

I... was not even aware that such abilities really existed.

[Give him a moment; he's still turning it over in his mind, a deep frown forming on his face. It feels... like an unbelievable thing, but Morgana doesn't seem like she's joking at all.]

You spent years chasing magic without knowing what came along with it?

[ boldly. Here, she said it. ]

[He parts his lips to say something about having heard about it, just not really faced it, but he never actually says anything because the realisation of what Morgana just said hits him like a punch to the gut. Wait...

Did she actually say...?]

You have magic?

[No, no. Not Morgana, not one of his children.]

[ She meets his eyes and after a long moment of silence she nods without saying anything more. ]

[Suddenly he's glad he's sitting down.

Morgana has magic. His own daughter... has magic, can see the future, has magic. And he takes another long moment to take all that in, let it echo in his mind, his head lowered as he stares at the table and tries to breathe.

Morgana has magic.]

How... How long have you known?

[He tries to keep his voice from trembling, but he's not sure he fully manages.]

Since I got here. I knew what the dreams were I just...I was never willing to admit it, I was too scared.

[ thanks to you, father. ]

And the rest of it - I learned of it here. Nevermind how.

[ through Merlin; but she really doesn't want to give Uther anymore reasons to be angry at Merlin. ]

[Scared. Of course she was scared; magic is a frightening thing, and you should fear it. People who don't are the ones who use it, the ones who are dangerous because they do not, because they think it's fine to use.

Those abilities... And Morgana has it.

He takes something like a breath and raises his head as he reaches forward for Morgana's hands, if she'll let him take them.]

Morgana... My poor child.

[Poor, poor child...]

[ She expected him to be furious. Expected him to strike her maybe, tell her that he's sorry but magic corrupts and so he must put an end up her, do anything really.

Except that.

She frowns for a moment, utter confusion on her face before - ]

I am not ill. I have magic.

[ and pity is worse than anger. ]

[He just shakes his head, squeezing her hands for a moment. There is a living proof that it's possible to turn your back on magic, to not use it and be fine even if you have the ability, there is proof in Gaius so he has no reason to think that Morgana would give in to it. He doesn't want to think she would, because it doesn't have to be that way.]

No good soul deserves to be born with such a curse.

It is no curse. No more than my skills at sewing or horse-riding, it's a talent, no more than that.

[ she is not cursed, gdi father. ]

...

[Not as expected.

The way he leans back in his chair is maybe almost close to reeling, and he frowns at her as if finding it hard to believe she actually said that. Comparing magic to sewing and horse-riding and calling it a talent sounds like the words of an... experienced sorcerer.]

You cannot compare sorcery to horse-riding, Morgana. It is... far more than a mere skill.

No, it isn't. One cannot help being born with it and one may do whatever they please with it, certainly. Perhaps it is more like being a good fighter. One can yield a sword for better or for worse. The sword is not at fault for the actions of its master.

[ a known song, she had tried telling it time and time again. ]

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