Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30887024-20171019224436/@comment-30887024-20171024221818

Would Maureen sacrifice this? The one kindred spirit she's ever found? To admit that she's already forgiven Camelot, that despite all the wrongs they've cost, despite how angry they make her, she's forgiven them. Camelot was afraid of her. That was their reason. It was still wrong, and their fear wasn't justified, but Merlin taught her to forgive.

Maureen stepped back. She was neither used to, nor fond of having people break her personal space. It was hypocritical in a sense, since she did the same just minutes ago.

"The people of Camelot aren't disgusting," Maureen tried to defend them. Any pretense that she was as evil as they go and angry may as well have been thrown out the window. "They're prejudiced, small-minded and their first answer to a living problem is to lock in a tower." Maureen chuckled softly. "But they're people. I can't hate them anymore than I blame them for being scared of a quarter-incubi half-succubus."

"So this?" Marlene gestured to herself, "All of this is a lie. I don't really hate Camelot. It's my home, even when it wasn't yours. I watched the rain on the lake from my window, when you were probably sleeping on hay. We're different people, dear, but I know a broken soul when I see one."

((this rp is so good for mar's development lmao))