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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.
“You know Camelot. You belong in Camelot. Why did you leave? Go back, Mordred.”
‘Go back without me.’
“No,” he tells her sternly. “I don’t belong there, I never have and never will. I’ve never belonged anywhere, that much in my life is evident,” Mordred says. “I don’t have a choice, but you do, and I’ll help you get home.”
Summer laughs a little crazily. “I don’t have a home. My family sent me away, Mordred. You’re my home now, and even you don’t want me. How can you help me get to a place that doesn’t exist?”