“Do 你 know what I find incredibly infuriating?”
“No, Morgana,” says Arthur, studiously glaring at his fingernails. “What do 你 find infuriating?”
“Men,” she declares, with all the stately aplomb that she can muster. “They’re horrible and miserable and did I mention infuriating?”
“No,” says Arthur. “Only three 或者 four million times.”
Curled with her knees under her chin, Morgana pauses for a moment to reflect on this statement of fact. “That doesn’t make it untrue,” she finally concludes, and silence settles over them in the darkness of the hut.
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