“Do you forget what I can do?” She doesn’t care if anyone can hear her; she’s gone from trying to protect him from herself to trying to persuade him — either way there’s anger and frustration. “No one else can see you the way I can! I am /sure/.”
He chewed on his cheek. “No, I haven’t,” he tells her, “how can I?”
Summer flinches, and pales. “What do you mean by that?” she whispers.
“It’s not!” She whirls around and stalks away from him, fists clenched, then turns back. “You are brave, and loyal, and kind, wise and generous and forgiving. I won’t have you malign yourself with lies.”
Mordred watches her, standing there without saying another word. She was wrong, he knew it. She had no idea how wrong she truly was. He pursed his lips, everything he had ever done coming to the forefront of his mind. The knights, the bread, the bandits. Everything. “How can you be so sure?”
“Do you forget what I can do?” She doesn’t care if anyone can hear her; she’s gone from trying to protect him from herself to trying to persuade him — either way there’s anger and frustration. “No one else can see you the way I can! I am /sure/.”
“Don’t say that! You’re not an idiot.” She takes a step closer to him. “Don’t ever say that.”
“It’s the truth.”
“It’s not!” She whirls around and stalks away from him, fists clenched, then turns back. “You are brave, and loyal, and kind, wise and generous and forgiving. I won’t have you malign yourself with lies.”
“I do wish to stay! I just — you deserve someone better, someone more suited to life here, You’re so — “
”And what? You believe someone here would be better suited for me?” Mordred asks. “I don’t want someone who floats around the halls all the time, waiting for me, Summer.”
“So is my madness for thinking I’m not good enough for you, or is it for falling in love with you?”