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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.
“Camelot isn’t the only place in the land.” Summer shakes her head. “You’ve come too far to turn back, haven’t you? I won’t fight for her.”
She doesn’t tell him the cost of her choice, just circles the table to stand in front of him. “Can we forget about all this for just one moment?”
“Indeed it is not, but Arthur united the five kingdoms, what he says goes. We will not be free until this land is purified of the pendragon reign—” he cuts himself off, realizing she would never understand. “How can I when it’s right outside my door?”
One hand rests lightly on his chest. Summer searches his face. “I won’t try to stop you. I;m going to go tell Morgana what I’ve chosen.” She swallows, hard. “Just remember that I loved you. Goodbye, Medraut.”
She wants to kiss him, but she’ll lose her courage if she does that. So instead she steps back, and slips out of the tent.