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”I‘m not stopping you, y’know.”
“It’s not!” She whirls around and stalks away from him, fists clenched, then turns back. “You are brave, and loyal, and kind, wise and generous and forgiving. I won’t have you malign yourself with lies.”
Mordred watches her, standing there without saying another word. She was wrong, he knew it. She had no idea how wrong she truly was. He pursed his lips, everything he had ever done coming to the forefront of his mind. The knights, the bread, the bandits. Everything. “How can you be so sure?”
“Do you forget what I can do?” She doesn’t care if anyone can hear her; she’s gone from trying to protect him from herself to trying to persuade him — either way there’s anger and frustration. “No one else can see you the way I can! I am /sure/.”