[It's unfair. She laughs without turning around, eyes wide and focused on the fire. She told Jean that love was a waste, that it didn't always make you stronger and that there were more important things. Ironic that when she begins to think that maybe Jean was right, Morgana sees she'd known the truth of it all along.
Love is a waste. It earns you enemies and weaknesses, and not nearly enough strength. Wrapping her arms around herself, she turns to look at Ivy. Her eyes are still wide, still angry and maybe hurt, but she's hiding it as best she can.]
I'll keep what you've said in mind. [And apply it to everyone.]
[Spam]
Love is a waste. It earns you enemies and weaknesses, and not nearly enough strength. Wrapping her arms around herself, she turns to look at Ivy. Her eyes are still wide, still angry and maybe hurt, but she's hiding it as best she can.]
I'll keep what you've said in mind. [And apply it to everyone.]