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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.
“How can I possibly understand when you refuse to tell me anything?! You think — you think I’ve to do with your fate? I’m nothing, I’m no one, useless, unimportant as you are at pains to impress upon me.” Sparks are forming in the air around her, and the ground is steaming. “If you wish to be rid of me so, leave me here to die!”
”I will not see you die!” he shouts, clenching his fists at his sides. “It was either you or Camelot so I chose neither, are you happy now?”
“Wh-hat?” It’s like ice water to the face. Then pure fury rises in her. “How /dare/ you?” Unlike Mordred, Summer’s voice drops to a hiss. “How dare you choose for me again? How dare you set your desires above mine without asking me?” Wobbling, she gets to her feet and stalks up to him, one hand lifted to slap him.