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Merlin feels tears spring to her eyes at his words, but they are not of fear or pain, or of grief but rather they are in love and relief that she weeps quietly, only the moisture that soaks one small tear-trail at a time into Arthur's tunic giving evidence that she cries at all. That is the way the healer wants it to be, though, and she does not draw attention to the fact, smiling in a small way, gratefully against her King's shoulder as her arms come up under his arms and wrap around his shoulder blades, holding her close to him.
She doesn't want to let go anytime soon, needing this, having been in need of it for days.
"I know you will not, Arthur. I have no doubt of that, my Great Bear. I trust your strength and your promise. I will not be leaving your side, just as you say." She both assures that she has no intention to and assures that she believes him, and Merlin lets her heart overflow with the love she feels for the man that holds her so securely.
Only for him would she have forsaken her very memory of what she used to be, the power she used to hold, of that Merlin is certain and she knows she will never regret that choice. Not even if knowing who she'd been would help Camelot be rid of Mordred all the quicker. Losing Arthur was not worth that. Merlin had always know and accepted that she was far more selfish than Arthur. If it came to a choice between him or his Kingdom...she wouldn't hesitate to choose him, even if he hated her for it forever.
But Merlin knew that about herself, accepted it and she knew nothing would change her mind on the matter. She also knew better than to tell this to Arthur for he would argue until they were both red in the face and hoarse from yelling.
Now, they would not afford that. Not now. Right now, he needed her to focus and she needed to show him the safe path amid the chaos that would come. But that was why she was here, wasn't it?
"Another war is coming, Arthur." Merlin pulled back, but just enough to look up at his face, not out of his arms. "We can not avoid it, can not change it, can not hide from it. It is a future that is set in stone and few futures are. I can not change this one, I can not tell you how to avoid because there is no way to. I have tried to find one and the future stays the same. There will be war with the North, but how it ends, who wins...that is not yet determined."
Her hand found his cheek, warm golden light at her fingertips, soothing. "But that war does not have to start tomorrow. I can not tell you every word to say, nor every choice to make, but I will be by you all the time you are with him. Do not argue this with me, Arthur. I am his opposite. He wages a battle with you in the guise of a mortal, but he wages a war with me that will last far beyond the memories of men. Do not be alone with him. That is how you can keep your people, your home safe this time, Arthur. Do not be alone with him. Do not be without me."
She doesn't want to let go anytime soon, needing this, having been in need of it for days.
"I know you will not, Arthur. I have no doubt of that, my Great Bear. I trust your strength and your promise. I will not be leaving your side, just as you say." She both assures that she has no intention to and assures that she believes him, and Merlin lets her heart overflow with the love she feels for the man that holds her so securely.
Only for him would she have forsaken her very memory of what she used to be, the power she used to hold, of that Merlin is certain and she knows she will never regret that choice. Not even if knowing who she'd been would help Camelot be rid of Mordred all the quicker. Losing Arthur was not worth that. Merlin had always know and accepted that she was far more selfish than Arthur. If it came to a choice between him or his Kingdom...she wouldn't hesitate to choose him, even if he hated her for it forever.
But Merlin knew that about herself, accepted it and she knew nothing would change her mind on the matter. She also knew better than to tell this to Arthur for he would argue until they were both red in the face and hoarse from yelling.
Now, they would not afford that. Not now. Right now, he needed her to focus and she needed to show him the safe path amid the chaos that would come. But that was why she was here, wasn't it?
"Another war is coming, Arthur." Merlin pulled back, but just enough to look up at his face, not out of his arms. "We can not avoid it, can not change it, can not hide from it. It is a future that is set in stone and few futures are. I can not change this one, I can not tell you how to avoid because there is no way to. I have tried to find one and the future stays the same. There will be war with the North, but how it ends, who wins...that is not yet determined."
Her hand found his cheek, warm golden light at her fingertips, soothing. "But that war does not have to start tomorrow. I can not tell you every word to say, nor every choice to make, but I will be by you all the time you are with him. Do not argue this with me, Arthur. I am his opposite. He wages a battle with you in the guise of a mortal, but he wages a war with me that will last far beyond the memories of men. Do not be alone with him. That is how you can keep your people, your home safe this time, Arthur. Do not be alone with him. Do not be without me."
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