"And what trial was ever fair in Camelot? Tell me one person accused of performing, or consorting with magic that had any chance of going free, without something drastic, usually done by one of us."

Morgana does not take kindly to the slander against Morgause, the same way she would have for Arthur, years ago. "Not to me. She is the only person in my life who does not."

"I am not the one to convince them of that. It was our father. The one who would present himself as the devastated widower, only to unleash a war on those not looking for it. They already thought magic was evil. I no longer know how to change that than to eliminate those who enforce the policies of mass slaughter against them, by whatever means I can."

She looks at him, and the tone comes back, the one that is more hurt. "I did not ask you to come look for me. There was nothing sent for ransom, nor any reports of my death. Why could you not let me disappear?"