An answer to the question posed by that song surged within Mal. Both halves pulsing stronger, more vibrant as water splashed onto the stage. The song hadn't been hers alone, but those she love gave their power to her voice as she started to sing.
At the start it had been an answer to the question, by the middle it was memory and warmth and love and by the end...? At the end, one hand was on the mic - the dark one. The other hand, the light side, was held out to Morgana.
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 10:52 (UTC)At the start it had been an answer to the question, by the middle it was memory and warmth and love and by the end...? At the end, one hand was on the mic - the dark one. The other hand, the light side, was held out to Morgana.