And now he was calling her on actions she hadn't even committed. Things she couldn't possibly explain when she hadn't lived them herself. She could understand it from a logical stand point, from reading things in her attempt to make sense of how she and Arthur had fallen so far but that didn't change the fact that she hadn't lived it herself.
"Perhaps. But I'm not her. I haven't lived that. All I know is that I was with the druids because I felt like I was going mad! That I had no one to turn to because one word and I would have been executed. I was living in fear. I don't condone what actions I apparently am to take in the future but I can see that there were very real reasons that I would have turned on Uther."
She didn't bother hiding her disgust of the man when she said his name. She had always wavered on him. But knowing what she knew? Knowing what was in store for her had he known? Please. But her emotions were already raw from the vision, from not sleeping. And now Arthur was acting all high and mighty, acting like she would ever do anything without reason and the power within her surged, the wind picking up around them. Thankfully that was all that it had been. There were no guns to go off, nothing to break.
But then he was pulling his sword on her and she just scoffed.
"Oh please. Put that away before you hurt yourself."
The wind calming down, Morgana just rolled her eyes.
"Fine. Don't believe me. It's not like you ever did before. But I'm certain you will believe Lancelot so why don't I take you to him and he can tell you the exact same thing I've been telling you."