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Mordred settles Sagramore against the pillow, and sinks down on the edge of the bed. He's still bloody, speckled with bits of dead grass. "God."

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"I'm so sorry," Percy says, and then, "Should I get anything? Water or anything?"

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"No. I'll go wash in a minute."

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"Okay. Is he gonna be okay?"

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"God knows." He pushes his hair back awkwardly with the back of his wrist. "You were there, then."

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"No, I heard."

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Mordred gives him that flat black stare. "You said he moved."

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"He said he left him in the big room, where everybody goes."

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"Who did?" He has that voice from his father (who had it from his, if either of them knew it) -- quiet, mild, absolutely requiring an answer.

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Percy could never say anything but the absolute truth to that voice, since he came to Camelot. "My brother," he says.

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The eyes flash, then. "Lamorak."

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"He didn't want to," since 'he didn't mean to' will only sound like a stupid lie.

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Mordred looks away. "Dammit," wearily. "I told him."

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"You know how Sagramore gets when he's mad. Like that."

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"Oh, aye."

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"And he wanted to fight about Lady Morgause."

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"Of course."