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Gwen? [ A beat. ] Merlin? [ Another beat. ] Arthur?

[ There is something distinctly off when the feed switches on, where there was once coldness now is warmth and concern. She looks around and the camera shakes a little before panning up to a face that looks so familiar but different at the same time. ]

If you're trying to scare me this is in very poor taste.

[ Here is a face some will remember, brave, stubborn, fierce; so full of the fire and warmth she had once upon a time possessed completely. She looks as if she stepped right out of the castle instead of looking as she had stepped right out of a hovel in the middle of a forest.

Morgana's brow furrows, her patience clearly reaching it's limit. What vague memories she has tells her they are here with her, but nothing more ─ so really stop hiding you jerks, it is not cool.

She sits nearby something busy (market most likely) judging by the sounds, tablet in her lap with a look of displeasure plain on her face. She had plans you see, though she barely remembers what they were, only they have been ruined by something; yet another thing she cannot properly remember.

Today is simply not her day. ]

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[please. Arthur turns away at that plea, turning his back on Morgana--for the moment, at least. there is too much that he does not understand too much he does not know--how can he know what to do? and there is no one to seek counsel from, no one to ask for advice--if he looks to his father, he will know what to do; he knows what Uther Pendragon would do, no matter that it is Morgana that wields the magic.]

So you do not deny it. To have magic is to do wrong. You know this.

[he does not look at her yet, not out of cowardice, but because he must work this out, he must know what to do. if she has repented, does he forgive her? can he forgive if she does not remember? and if somehow the magic of this place has changed her--set her back, like a playing piece moved back to the start of a board--if she has not done what she will do--what then? can they prevent her magic? can they save her?]

What do you last remember?

[ His turning is sharp, stabs her like a knife and rips the wind from the lungs. Fear takes hold of her tightly in a vice grip, and she wonders she will ever be able to breathe properly again.

He has turned from her and it hurts.

For she loved Arthur more than any, he had been there for her as a child when no other had been. He did not look upon her with pity and sadness like the others did. He gave her reason to smile again, to laugh, to love her new home instead of hating it. ]

I did not ask for it! [ Why? Why must simply possessing it make her wrong? She never used it to hurt anyone, nor would she ever. ] I never asked for magic, Arthur you must believe me, if I could give it back I would but I cannot. It is as much a part of me as my own breath.

[ It is something I should not fear. But she fears regardless, fears because of what it means for her, for Gwen, for all who had ever brushed against her in any way. ]

I was going to visit my father's grave with Gwen when we were ambushed and captured, I escaped and you found me. You had returned Gwen to Camelot, you returned her to me.

[he laughs, dryly--more to himself than anything else. she might lie, she might say I do not remember this place and make up some story about not remembering anything past the incident that she describes.

but why would she? what would the gain be for her? to get close to his side once more, but she would know he would not fall for such a thing. so then it must be true.

the problem then is that she yet has magic. even if she has not captured Camelot for her own, unseated his father, turned the kingdom upside-down with her treachery-- even then, she still has magic. he knows what he should do, even if it is not what he wants.]

Would you truly give it back, if you could? [he looks back at her, and for a moment, it is written on his face--worry, confusion, regret--and sadness, most of all, naked and plain. he misses Morgana. he would never say it, but he misses her, and seeing her like this makes it worse.]

You could forsake it. You could-- not use it.

[ If she had her own way he would never know, if she had her own way no one would ever know of the magic coursing through her veins. But he knows, she does not know how he knows but he does, and so suddenly he is put in position she had hoped once to avoid all together.

She hurts as much for him as she does because of him. ]

Yes. [ It is not the whole truth, nor is it a lie. Part of her wishes so much to be rid of it, but another does not. The druids told her that her gift is not something to be scared of, that she has it for a reason, she is special. To be rid of it would be like parting from her own limbs.

The look on his face is so sad, so raw, so there. She tells him what he wishes to hear, she tells him yes to spare him the complicated truth that rages in her heart and mind. ]

I won't ─ I have never... [ She set her curtain on fire, shattered her own window and a vase, but these were not on purpose. ]

I will not use it, I swear.

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