[he looks at her, watching her break the stone. watching that directionless fury. and something twists deep inside him, something vaguely sick feeling that has nothing to do with illness and everything to do with things he's had over a thousand years to contemplate. everything that he didn't say, and knew he wasn't going to say.
warning her wouldn't have stopped Arturia. helping her wouldn't have saved Britain. he saw everything, then, and made the choice that was-
(best? easiest? which?)
Merlin turns away, keeping hold of his staff.]
Find me when you're healed, Mordred.
[they're not having this discussion now. he needs time to brace himself for it, and he begins to walk away, calmly packing up every feeling he's having and putting it away.]
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warning her wouldn't have stopped Arturia. helping her wouldn't have saved Britain. he saw everything, then, and made the choice that was-
(best? easiest? which?)
Merlin turns away, keeping hold of his staff.]
Find me when you're healed, Mordred.
[they're not having this discussion now. he needs time to brace himself for it, and he begins to walk away, calmly packing up every feeling he's having and putting it away.]