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Since the vampire and now the angel have both resigned their posts but thoughtfully left the door unlocked, I'm adopting the greenhouse and garden.

At least, until one of you idiots decides I'm turning them into my own personal fortress and threatens to hose me down with herbicide.

[Or, more pragmatically, until another Warden gets a key. Of course she can't access the gardening tools, but…she's not the kind of person to be inconvenienced by that.]

[Private to Zev]

There's enough space to seed some of the excess from our collection. Do you have any preferences? I can make chemical adaptations to the soil as necessary.

[Private to Morgana]

I've heard you returned.

Do you remember anything?

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[It's raining lightly on deck, the shower a soft constant drumbeat on the glass overhead. Ivy's still damp from crossing the deck to get here, but the rain and the humidity inside the greenhouse are pleasant, even rejuvenating.

All she's got to do today is basic maintenance. She's mapping plants and soil types in a notebook, occasionally deadheading the spring-flowering plants, and checking for early indicators of disease. Nothing so far; Castiel knew his work. Still, it's nothing to reach into the more vulnerable species and rethread a few strands of DNA, decreasing their susceptibility.

Not having access to the greenhouse equipment cupboard is only irritating insofar as it's also where the less dangerous resources - seed trays, watering cans - are kept. So she's liberated both from her own cabin, along with some fertilizer she made herself, and spends a little time readying a few trays to grow seedlings for the outdoor garden.

It's all easy, meditative work, and it would be quiet if not for the hum and chatter of the plants all around her.]

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[She presses her lips tight together, but that doesn't mask how she clenches her teeth tight.]

Yes. [She can guess the next question, and doesn't wait for it.] Merlin ran me through, and my brother watched.

[That is. Certainly a representation of events, Morgana.

But even if she knew the whole truth Ivy would still sympathize with her, so.]

I'm sorry that you still have to be subjected to the two of them in your time here. It's something I've yet to face myself.

[No one should actually trust her view of events. Like, ever.]

I'd rather be dead. [She meant it as a joke, but she can't quite make her voice lilt in the right place, and it comes out hard.]

I've experienced that and honestly I don't recommend it.

Do you need anything?

I don't suppose you have a magic sword hidden away.

I'm afraid not.

I don't think it would help you here, though.

And why is that?

Anyone you kill here will be revived by the Admiral, regardless of the properties of your chosen weapon.

[Oh that is just too much, and she's croaking out a tight laugh that sounds like it might dissolve into something else if she isn't careful.]

Benevolent, isn't he?

[She pauses.] What about those he hasn't brought here?

Such as who?

The dead. How does he decide who deserves this?

[She hasn't decided if she believes any of it yet, the second chance nonsense - but she'd want to, for Mordred's sake.]

I wish I could tell you.

[Morgana falls silent, looking away. It's a long moment before she speaks up again.]

Do you believe what they're offering?

What is there to believe? If you're prepared to believe that your life has been one long series of mistakes and your personal causes are worthless, you'll win your freedom. I've observed as much.

[A long series of mistakes, she could see that eventually. But freedom? How could fighting for freedom ever have been wrong?]

At least it's a comfortable prison, then. [It's hard to tell if she means that ironically or not.]

We've both faced worse. Though not quite this insidious, either.

Insidious. I've heard about what happened, before I came back. [A beat.] I don't remember much of it. [And that tone says she's pretty sure she doesn't want to.]

They're not memories you'll ever miss. Though the Admiral's done worse, or at least permitted it.

Such as?

Late last year, the ship made port at a hotel - an inn - which subjected its visitors to their worst memories and deepest fears, unceasingly, for days. It encouragd Wardens to kill their Inmates and surrender them to the mind of the place itself.

[She said she remembers pieces, and she remembers more the more things are talked about. There's a flash of long halls, of ghostly visions of her father, of Agravaine, of Mozenrath and a mallet, and looks away sharply, half afraid.]

So he does mean to kill us all.

No. He means to change us. And if that demands we be crushed to dust and rebuilt, then so be it.

And he gets nothing out of it, save, what - the entertainment of watching us suffer?

That's something I'd like to know myself.

How any of them can tolerate it, I'll never understand.

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