[But the words don't ring with quite the conviction they ought to. Her move is next, but she does not raise her hand, or laugh, or mock him for a fool too full of hope. It's only Morgana, proud and a little scared beneath that--he can read it in her face. Is this what Gwen sees when she looks at her even now? Is this a lie or the truth?
--And all the while, she does not attack him. She stares at him, and Arthur finds that he wants to fill the silence that's sprung up between them, if only so he can stop thinking that perhaps this is the truth--]
What would you have me believe? That you've forgotten everything?
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[But the words don't ring with quite the conviction they ought to. Her move is next, but she does not raise her hand, or laugh, or mock him for a fool too full of hope. It's only Morgana, proud and a little scared beneath that--he can read it in her face. Is this what Gwen sees when she looks at her even now? Is this a lie or the truth?
--And all the while, she does not attack him. She stares at him, and Arthur finds that he wants to fill the silence that's sprung up between them, if only so he can stop thinking that perhaps this is the truth--]
What would you have me believe? That you've forgotten everything?