Morgana clicked her tongue, talking to her familiars in her head. "My my. She puts so many words in my mouth, I'm almost choking." She walked until she was behind Utau, playing with her pigtails, balancing them up and down like they were on a measuring scale.

"Here I thought you were a performer. Don't you get fans to attend your concerts, buy your music, and heap praise upon you? Think of it like that. Unless you lied about it...?" She knew Utau didn't. It was all a matter of perspective.