Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30887024-20171019224436/@comment-30887024-20171024090932

Maureen tried to feel sorry for her. She really did. But she never had a black-and-white morality. The good people of Camelot were all grey. And none of them deserved Maureen's pity.

"You can't hurt me," Maureen just gazed at her. "Not when you're like that."

She went down to Meredith's level, balancing her entire weight of her toes. "Weakness is a strength, Meredith. Use it when you want people know you're human. Never when you actually feel it."

Maureen couldn't stand herself. She was being nice. This was the exact reason she got sent to the tower. Because she tried to something thought she wasn't.

Here she was. Sharing the wisdom she developed in the tower, to a girl she barely knew. The daughter of Morgan Le Fay no less. Maureen stood back up, but kept her head strained down towards Meredith.

"I've never known pure evil. And I've never known pure good, either," she explained. "I've never known a lot of people actually. Being in a tower your whole life tends to limit your social circle." Maureen's pitiful attempts to lighten the mood. Seeing people emotional, it made her uncomfortable.