He gently kneels down and shakes her arm. “Summer? You’re gonna get cold out here.” He speaks softly.
“Someone told me that you had been made to fall in love with someone, once. By magic,” she said softly. “Do you not remember what that felt like? I don’t like it, I don’t want it to happen again. You can’t protect me from it.” She forced herself to look at Arthur, face hot. “I have to leave because only my sense of honour is keeping me from wanting what they want, and I don’t know how long that will last.”
Only my sense of honour keeps me from changing you so I can have you.
“I don’t really remember much of what happened when I was blinded by the magic. I only know of what I was told from Merlin and Gaius. I know I hated my loss of control. But if you are going to go and wait till the magic passes or get someone to get rid of it for you, where are you going to go?”
“Arthur!” God, he wasn’t listening. Why wasn’t he listening? “I. Cannot. Stay. Here. I don’t know where I’ll go. Away. Far away.” She started to reach out for him, and made herself stop. “The spell didn’t take, but if I’m here they will just try again.”
Why won’t you just let me go?