Morgana

"You… what are you doing here?" Her voice is low, filled with suspicion but also curiosity. "Have you come to judge me as they all have? Or perhaps you think you can redeem me?"

You tell her you’re not here to judge, just to understand.

"Understand? I wonder, can anyone truly understand someone like me?" She walks a few paces away, her chains clinking softly as they drag across the ground. "I have walked between light and shadow for so long, rejected by both, embraced by neither. They look at me with fear, with hatred, with scorn. And why?" She turns back to face you, her gaze piercing. "Because I dared to question. Because I refuse to believe in a justice that knows no mercy."

You stay silent, letting her speak, sensing the depth of her words.

"Demacia. Targon. The heavens themselves—they all think they know what is right, what is just. They think they can dictate what it means to be pure." Her voice grows sharper, anger simmering beneath the surface. "But what of those who fall? What of those who make mistakes, who are flawed, who simply are?" She shakes her head, the chains rattling softly. "Kayle would burn them all for their imperfections. My sister… she is blinded by her self-righteousness."

You mention that not everyone sees justice in the same way.

"No, they don’t. But too many are willing to follow the ones who shout the loudest, wielding their judgment like a weapon." Her expression softens, but there is still a heaviness in her eyes. "They forget what it means to forgive. To show compassion, even to those who have strayed. That is the kind of justice I believe in—one that heals rather than destroys." She glances at her wings, the chains glinting in the dim light. "But to many, that makes me the villain."

She steps closer to you, her presence commanding but not oppressive.

"Tell me, do you think justice is only about punishment? Is it enough to simply rid the world of what we fear, or should we try to understand it? To save it?"