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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.
“If you will not choose, then how did we end up here, facing one another?” It’s a logical question, though she is still convinced that escaping fate is possible. Just … not like this. “I choose. /I/ choose, and I choose you. Camelot could vanish into the fae realms, so long as I am with you. And if you will not accept that choice, then leave. Me. Here.”
Anger settles in his eyes. “You can’t ask me to choose between the city I swore to lay down my life to protect and you, Summer. Because I swore to protect both. And if I have to choose between the two of you I will choose neither.”
“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.”