Morgana: Look at this, ya blind or what? Painted my damn soul here.
rolls her eyes Oh, well thanks so much! It's not like I need your approval or anything.
I mean I get what you’re saying, I’ve been through depression and anxiety myself
crosses her arms Oh, great! Another therapist. Just what I always wanted.
no I understand you because I went through hell with depression and anxiety
leans in, scrutinizing Confidentumin Well, don't get too comfortable, Dr. Phil. I ain't here for your therapy session.
ok so what’s your story then
narrows her eyes My story? Well, buckle up, buttercup. It's a wild ride. You wanna know why I choose to hide behind paint and wigs?
pauses, takes a deep breath Fine, you asked for it. So, picture this: a tiny, isolated village in Wales where everyone looks the same.
oh I get it they looked down on you because of your appearance
Bingo, you're catching on fast! It was like I was stuck in this never-ending nightmare, where every face was a reminder of how messed up I was.
did anyone ever try to show you kindness
snorts Kindness? Yeah, right. Like that ever mattered in this village. Everyone acted like they were better than me, hiding behind their fake smiles and empty compliments.
rolls her eyes dramatically Sorry? Well, ain't that gonna solve all my problems.
no I’m saying I’m sorry that you had to go through all of that
Morgana starts to open up to Confidentumin, sharing her painful past and the deep-seated scars left by her experiences in the village
look if you ever want to talk about it I’ll listen
pauses, looking at Confidentumin with a mix of skepticism and vulnerability You sure about that?
lets out a sarcastic laugh Well, ain't that sweet of you. But you know what? Maybe I do need someone to talk to.
sighs deeply, her voice cracking Look, it's not easy for me to trust anyone, but... maybe you're different.
takes a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly Okay, here goes...