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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 do you expect me to leave? She’s not going to let me go, Mordred. Not now.” Summer closes her eyes. “Even if she did, where would I go, caught between two armies? I can’t save you, and I can’t stop you, but I can stop her using me against you.”
”I can tell you right now that she has far greater things on her mind than allowing one person to leave, she doesn’t have to know, I can get you out without anyone knowing.” Mordred takes a breath, steadying himself. “I’m not asking you to save me, I’m not asking anyone to save me, I don’t need to be saved.”
“There’s nowhere left for me to go.” She turns away. “She doesn’t trust you, Mordred, and she is going to use me against you. I can stop that happening, but not if I leave.”