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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.
She bursts out, “Fates can be changed!” She wants to say more, so much more, wise things about broken stones and the wearing away by water, about change and hope and love. About how facing one’s fate is the only way to keep from being destroyed by it.
But she looks at him, and knows he won’t hear her. So instead, she says another thing, another true thing, knowing it will hurt him.
“I would rather die here, now, than be without you. I will not go anywhere without you stay with me.”
Anger welled up in him. “Summer, you don’t understand!” he tells her. “My fate can’t change, it was written since before I was born, just as Merlin’s, just as Arthur’s it can’t change.” Mordred sighs. “You need to go, I beg of you.”
“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!”