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Mordred stopped, placing his vambrace down on the bench, his heart sinking. For a moment he concentrates completely on his armour, how could he answer such a question? Telling her would mean her life and the lives of those whom called Camelot home. An impossible predicament.
The young knight turns to face her, his fingers brushing lightly against the metal of his armour. “I’m not hiding anything” he tells her simply.
“Then walk away. Just walk away right now. You say you choose neither, but you still stand there, waiting for me to let you lock me up somewhere you think safe, somewhere away from the only home I want, the only thing I’ve ever in this world wanted for myself.” Summer turns away, shoulders shaking. “I won’t even watch. Go.”
Mordred sighs, looking over her for a moment before he speaks. “Fine, if that is what you want then I’ll leave,” he tells her, turning from her and beginning to walk off. Now he knew where he was going, and this time he wouldn’t be back.
“It’s not what I want at all, but you won’t accept what I want! I didn’t think I was asking so much, just to be with you. I guess this must be /my/ fate, to be lied to, to be abandoned and unwanted.” Summer looks at the palms of her hands, heart breaking. “Better I should die, because I can’t do this again. Then you’ll be free.”