Morgana is about to say something in response, but stops herself. Instead, she feels utterly disappointed, despite the honesty. She had hoped --

For what, she does not know, so, as per usual in her life, Morgana settles for what to say, "You can try." It does not sound hopeful. She removes her hand, placing it beside her.

"Good boy," someone else gloats.

Her finger starts tapping that beat of four again.