Atreyu:
Are you Morla, the Ancient One?
Morla:
[yawns] Not that it matters, but yes.
Atreyu:
Please help me, Morla! Do you recognize this? [holds out the Auryn]
Morla:
Well... we haven't seen the Auryn in a long time.
Atreyu:
We? Is there someone else here too?
Morla:
We haven't spoken to anyone else for thousands of years, so we started talking to ourselves.
[Morla lets out an enormous sneeze, knocking Atreyu out of the tree, he climbs back up]
Atreyu:
Morla! I bring terrible news! Did you know that the Empress is very ill?
Morla:
Not that it matters, but yes. Actually, we don't care.
Atreyu:
If I don't save her, she'll die! There's a terrible Nothing sweeping over the land! Don't you care about that?
Morla:
We don't even care... whether or not we care. [Morla stifles a sneeze, Atreyu braces himself]
Atreyu:
Do you have a cold?
Morla:
No... we're allergic to youth. [Morla sneezes again]
Atreyu:
You know how I can help the Empress, don't you?
Morla:
Not that it matters, but... yes.
Atreyu:
If you don't tell me and the Nothing keeps coming, you'll die too! Both of you!
Morla:
Die? That, at least, would be something. [Morla starts to sneeze, Atreyu braces himself again]
Atreyu:
Please help me. You said you knew the answer--
[Morla sneezes again, knocking Atreyu out of the tree]
Morla:
We're tired of sneezing, go away! Nothing matters.
Atreyu:
That's not true! If it didn't really matter to you, you could tell me.
Morla:
[laughs] Ah ha ha! Clever boy!
Atreyu:
TELL ME, PLEASE!
Morla:
We don't know, but you can ask the Southern Oracle.
Atreyu:
How can I get there?
Morla:
You can't. It's 10,000 miles away.
Atreyu:
But that's so far.
Morla:
That's right. Forget it. Give up.
