Camelot did not abandon you. You abandoned Camelot.
[I would sacrifice my place on the throne for her to see another sunrise. The memory of those words run through him, and he does not soften his gaze--especially not when she insults his father--but looks away instead. He cannot reconcile this Morgana with the one he knew so well, she is too different.
And he must answer, for the sake of his father. Even here, he must defend Uther Pendragon--especially from the likes of Morgana, she who plotted against him, who sought to take his throne, to kill him--and she cannot be trusted. Her magic has changed her, twisted her (it has to be so; she is lost to this new Morgana)--
But there is one second, one flicker in his expression--a lie, yes, and he knows what lie that is. He thinks of he shade of his mother--he thinks of his father, and his sword at his throat--and then it is gone, and he banishes the very thought.]
I tell you again, do not speak of my father. I understand what you have become. I understand that you have let yourself become undone by--
[What does she know of the future? Did she know, then, what she would become? She would kill you too, surely she would--but it is difficult still to reconcile that. Her betrayal feels fresher when he is face-to-face with her, even though they are separated by this device. How could she know of the future? But he rallies, and continues:]
--by magic. If this is the path that you chose, then so be it. But I will not abandon Camelot to you. And I will not let you spread your treachery here, Morgana.
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[I would sacrifice my place on the throne for her to see another sunrise. The memory of those words run through him, and he does not soften his gaze--especially not when she insults his father--but looks away instead. He cannot reconcile this Morgana with the one he knew so well, she is too different.
And he must answer, for the sake of his father. Even here, he must defend Uther Pendragon--especially from the likes of Morgana, she who plotted against him, who sought to take his throne, to kill him--and she cannot be trusted. Her magic has changed her, twisted her (it has to be so; she is lost to this new Morgana)--
But there is one second, one flicker in his expression--a lie, yes, and he knows what lie that is. He thinks of he shade of his mother--he thinks of his father, and his sword at his throat--and then it is gone, and he banishes the very thought.]
I tell you again, do not speak of my father. I understand what you have become. I understand that you have let yourself become undone by--
[What does she know of the future? Did she know, then, what she would become? She would kill you too, surely she would--but it is difficult still to reconcile that. Her betrayal feels fresher when he is face-to-face with her, even though they are separated by this device. How could she know of the future? But he rallies, and continues:]
--by magic. If this is the path that you chose, then so be it. But I will not abandon Camelot to you. And I will not let you spread your treachery here, Morgana.