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It takes a while to track him down; Camelot is not a small place, even just the castle. Finally Summer finds him in the armory, putting away his weapons after practise. “Mordred.” There’s only one door, so she stands in it, trying to look a little intimidating. It’s hard to be angry at him, though; her voice comes out more worried. “Mordred. What are you hiding from me?”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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 it’s nothing to do with me,” she sobs, unable to help herself, “then /why/ can’t you tell me? Why do you insist on sending me away? Why, why did you leave your home, the place you belonged, to come here, to live in, in, in anger and shadows and — ” As usual, she cannot find the words. “I don’t understand! Were we not happy?”

       ”We were,” he tells her, knotting his hand in his curls. “I just- things happened, people happened and I-” he begins but he shakes his head. “You would understand, fate, it’s complicated.”

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.”

/That’s/ what frustrates me about this episode.

The Disir treat everything about Arthur as if it was a flaw, and insist that the only true way is theirs. They treat his honesty and conviction as if those were flaws as well.

The only thing they say to him that’s a true thing is “you persecute her followers”.

Also, when Merlin tells Arthur, “There can be no place for magic in Camelot,” I think Arthur knows. That Merlin has magic, and he was waiting for Merlin to finally be honest to him.

It takes a while to track him down; Camelot is not a small place, even just the castle. Finally Summer finds him in the armory, putting away his weapons after practise. “Mordred.” There’s only one door, so she stands in it, trying to look a little intimidating. It’s hard to be angry at him, though; her voice comes out more worried. “Mordred. What are you hiding from me?”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.

It’s exhaustion, it’s shock, it’s frustration … whatever it is, she starts to cry, hating herself for it. He will believe she’s trying to manipulate him with it, and that hurts, and makes her cry harder. She buries her face in her hands — those terrible hands with fresh blood on them — to try to muffle it, to try to hide from those blue eyes that see too much.

      Mordred huffs, not knowing what to do with the entire situation. “Summer, please, don’t cry- it has got nothing to do with you, please.”

“If it’s nothing to do with me,” she sobs, unable to help herself, “then /why/ can’t you tell me? Why do you insist on sending me away? Why, why did you leave your home, the place you belonged, to come here, to live in, in, in anger and shadows and — ” As usual, she cannot find the words. “I don’t understand! Were we not happy?”