Morgana wanted to say something, but it was hard to push out the words from her mouth.
She was struggling.
Having the Angel blood inside her diluted and erased is far from a simple process. To the naked eye, it was true that her appearance and power degraded significantly. But in the process, the strain that was placed on her mind was enormous.
It felt like her head was being crushed from all sides and on the brink of exploding.
She wanted to ask Rex to make the pain stop. Make this go away.
If he can induce this onto her, then he should also be able to take it back if he willed it.
Heck, she'd beg him if that's what it takes for him to show mercy.
Pride wouldn't save her right now, so she didn't feel like holding onto it strongly. It meant nothing.
Morgana could feel it deep inside her. Before death could even claim her, she'd lose her mind and had her mind crushed, turning her into an empty living doll. She didn't want that. She didn't want that to be her end.
