"I will never give in." So she'd said, as Morgana stared at her, face stone cold but unable to mask her anger.

And now she is gone, alone in the dark tower, the drip, drip of unidentifiable things seeping into the ground, into her skin, like the screams. Just when she thinks they're gone for good, they come—and again, and again, and again, the faces of her friends, those she trusts, and Arthur; again and again she says to herself, desperately, that they are not real—again and again, they trick her, and then never again. But what is real? Only the tower, and Morgana. It all stops when she comes, and she doesn't remember why she ever hated her, how she could have mistrusted the only true person in the world.

Time has no meaning. She has no need to eat, to sleep, to do anything else humans need to do—she has been here for a hundred thousand eternities, each longer than the last. The only sure thing is the darkness, the fear, and Morgana—

And the ones who torment her. They come with masks of kindness, but if she ever dares to trust him, they dash all her hopes. She has learned how to outsmart Morgana's tricks. She has learned to…survive.

Later, Morgana comes—brings her from the dark into a room, and she does not remember why it is she should not eat, only that it is so desperately important—

So…important…

And Morgana talks to her, keeping the screams at bay. She listens to her savior's voice, hears the gentle murmur, the angry fury, the bitterness and despair. Morgana tells her everything.

"Why?" she asks, once.

Because I have no one else to tell. Because someone should know who I am, someone who can understand me. Because I am so terribly, terribly lonely.

It is only in Morgana's presence that the ghosts go away, it is only with her voice that the screams subside.

Time is meaningless. A million eternities pass, and Morgana shares with her the deepest secrets of her heart, fills her with words.

She is Morgana's faithful servant, the only one to understand her, the only one she trusts.

And she kneels above the dying man she does not recognize, whispering Morgana's words into his ears. "You were brave"

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