[That stumps him. Even if she were to go back to her old ways, become the Morgana he'd once known and trusted, she had committed the grievous crime of sorcery. In his father's day, it didn't matter who it was- those who used magic for any reason or even consorted with those who did were put to death. Would even Morgana have been subject to that penalty, had Uther had the chance? It was a chilling thought, one he hadn't thought to consider before now. For her to die a sorceress would break his father's heart... and maybe that was exactly what happened.
It was no longer Uther's reign, and though his own heart had been broken in his own way, it had not destroyed him the way it had his father. Now that he was gone, he was trying his best to be a good king on by own merit, without blindly following his father's extreme attitude toward magic. But could he ever truly forgive Morgana?]
...The reality of it is, I can't. It's too late to undo what she's done, and I'm sure she realizes that as well.
[If her most recent parting words to him had been any indication, she knew that very well.]
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It was no longer Uther's reign, and though his own heart had been broken in his own way, it had not destroyed him the way it had his father. Now that he was gone, he was trying his best to be a good king on by own merit, without blindly following his father's extreme attitude toward magic. But could he ever truly forgive Morgana?]
...The reality of it is, I can't. It's too late to undo what she's done, and I'm sure she realizes that as well.
[If her most recent parting words to him had been any indication, she knew that very well.]