[Β Morgan stubbornly argues. Yes, a beautiful garden is what she wants; one that lasts forevermore in its beauty and splendor. She has no perspective of a human's finite measure of things.
Even so, she also wants that lasting eternity in memory too. The sights of her prosperous kingdom are to be carved into the hearts of its visitors. Nothing would make her happier than hearing some praise for her painstakingly hard job over the last thousands of years.
She remains tactfully silent until Artoria's admission. ]
You tried to fight your fate? [Β That surprises her. Her eyes widen, and her voice is not wholly as unemotional. Even the puppet resented her strangling threads. Perhaps she rushed in her judgment. She does harbor begrudging respect. ] You should have sought "me" instead of the World for such a thing. Look at me, Artoria, you must have noticed the differences. I am the result of your sister's own fate-changing defiance.
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[Β Morgan stubbornly argues. Yes, a beautiful garden is what she wants; one that lasts forevermore in its beauty and splendor. She has no perspective of a human's finite measure of things.
Even so, she also wants that lasting eternity in memory too. The sights of her prosperous kingdom are to be carved into the hearts of its visitors. Nothing would make her happier than hearing some praise for her painstakingly hard job over the last thousands of years.
She remains tactfully silent until Artoria's admission. ]
You tried to fight your fate? [Β That surprises her. Her eyes widen, and her voice is not wholly as unemotional. Even the puppet resented her strangling threads. Perhaps she rushed in her judgment. She does harbor begrudging respect. ] You should have sought "me" instead of the World for such a thing. Look at me, Artoria, you must have noticed the differences. I am the result of your sister's own fate-changing defiance.