[ "Yeah, right!" Cyclops laughs, before kicking Darkwing square in the chest - and sending him right into the arms of the tallest and most most muscular of the group, Frankie, who grins as he holds Darkwing in a chokehold. "He'd say anything to get back something so important... unlike your 'newest fan'."
Morgana, for her part, seems able to believe this terrible lie despite how much it's killing her. She holds herself, eyes staring beyond the people there. ]
I thought... I thought... he... he understood me, that... he liked me...
[ "It's like we've been trying to tell you, boss - nobody is ever gunna understand someone like you. Especially not some goody-goody mortals. What a pity. But! Luckily, that doesn't matter anymore!" Cyclops dangles the autograph in Morgana's face. "We both know what this does! Unlike that other spell that just makes people into mindless zombies... this spell makes people WANT to obey you! They'll be HAPPY to hand over all their loot! They'll cheer your name all the time!"
Cyclops shoves the autograph into Morgana's hands, grinning right at Darkwing. "In fact... why don't we try it out on your hero here? I mean, I don't think he gets the big deal... why don't you tell him, before we make him your slave? WHY is that ONE stupid autograph worth so much to you, boss?"
Morgana closes her eyes, a single tear running down her cheek. Why, indeed, was she so stunned to be asked about autographs the first time they met, and why does it hurt so much to get it back? Because after all this time, after trying so hard... ]
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Morgana, for her part, seems able to believe this terrible lie despite how much it's killing her. She holds herself, eyes staring beyond the people there. ]
I thought... I thought... he... he understood me, that... he liked me...
[ "It's like we've been trying to tell you, boss - nobody is ever gunna understand someone like you. Especially not some goody-goody mortals. What a pity. But! Luckily, that doesn't matter anymore!" Cyclops dangles the autograph in Morgana's face. "We both know what this does! Unlike that other spell that just makes people into mindless zombies... this spell makes people WANT to obey you! They'll be HAPPY to hand over all their loot! They'll cheer your name all the time!"
Cyclops shoves the autograph into Morgana's hands, grinning right at Darkwing. "In fact... why don't we try it out on your hero here? I mean, I don't think he gets the big deal... why don't you tell him, before we make him your slave? WHY is that ONE stupid autograph worth so much to you, boss?"
Morgana closes her eyes, a single tear running down her cheek. Why, indeed, was she so stunned to be asked about autographs the first time they met, and why does it hurt so much to get it back? Because after all this time, after trying so hard... ]
It... it was... my first one.