Only after Morgana's Curse faded, was Riley given the sweet freedom from nightmares. Her dreams were no less confusing, if not a little overwhelming - but she accepted them willingly in place of the cursed horrors her nightmares had trapped her in before.

The greatest benefit to her new station was how little those around her thought it fitting to touch her, now. She was given a wide berth, so that even the long white robes dragging behind her were not sullied with the touch of another living thing. She was sought for wisdom, and for guidance, but never for comfort. Never for sympathy. These traits had been scrubbed away, forgotten in slow intervals until there was nothing left but the Great Knight, the goddess in white, who might as well have been stationed on a pedestal and counseled from there. Some might have thought the station lonely, but Riley treasured the solitude.

This was her perfection.

She never lied. She never minced words, or hedged the truth to spare emotional response. She was trusted as nothing more than a machine, a constant presence of wisdom untainted by the human heart. And she excelled at nothing more than showing humanity, in it's entirety, how barbaric and unevolved it truly was.

And on her perch, she stood alone, casting her cold, white eyes on the world.

It was no nightmare, but when she awoke, she realized there was one emotion she felt more than anything, smothering her to her core. She could tell that she would never be a great knight, if she desired the affection of friendship as she still did. But when she remembered how much she'd hurt her friends, she realized that solitude was for the best.

Even if she was nowhere near ready to carve her heart out and replace it with stone.