One of Medea's hands reached up, resting over Claire's own- and she squeezed it with what strength she still had left. Perhaps, in that grip, she was trying to find something stable.
The praise at her power, though? That was enough to make a little smile come into her face. For all that she and everyone else had described her as some awful, treacherous witch...Medea was a Magus from the Age of Gods. One who had been taught by the Goddess of Magic. She was proud of that power- and even of the way she'd developed her magic in Avalon so far.
Claire reminded her of that, and slowly, Medea nodded. "...I don't think...no, I don't think he would want to see it all burn, at least.
Is happiness something that's not meant for someone like me? I- I wanted the Grail to preserve what happiness I had with him. Even if I save the worlds now..."
Medea trailed off as the thoughts unraveled faster than she could draw them out. Could she find happiness here? Save the rest of the worlds with a smile if there was nothing for her at the end?
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The praise at her power, though? That was enough to make a little smile come into her face. For all that she and everyone else had described her as some awful, treacherous witch...Medea was a Magus from the Age of Gods. One who had been taught by the Goddess of Magic. She was proud of that power- and even of the way she'd developed her magic in Avalon so far.
Claire reminded her of that, and slowly, Medea nodded. "...I don't think...no, I don't think he would want to see it all burn, at least.
Is happiness something that's not meant for someone like me? I- I wanted the Grail to preserve what happiness I had with him. Even if I save the worlds now..."
Medea trailed off as the thoughts unraveled faster than she could draw them out. Could she find happiness here? Save the rest of the worlds with a smile if there was nothing for her at the end?