ϝιɾʂƚ; ɳιɠԋƚ; accidental video/teneka;
[The feed's obviously accidental from the start, considering the man it shows has his back to the camera. He's over the other side of the room, looking at the mirror, examining it front and back, smoothing hands down the frame slowly and leaning around to see behind it. After a moment or two, the teneka begins to pick up his thoughts in mid-flow.]
...Morgan. No. What could Morgan gain from this? Bringing me here, taking my voice...
[His thoughts trail into an inaudible murmur, and he stops examining the mirror, stepping back from it and rubbing a hand over his throat thoughtfully. The image in the mirror is of his hands scribbling strange symbols on some parchment, lit in the golden tones of firelight.]
No... No, she doesn't have the power for this. Then who? An enemy of Arthur? Or... an enemy of mine.
[That last thought cuts off coldly, and he's still and silent for a while, frowning. The hands in the mirror keep writing, and after one symbol, Merlin abruptly starts moving again, starting to look at how the mirror's glass is set in the frame, as if he might try to pry it out.]
What is this damned instrument?
...Morgan. No. What could Morgan gain from this? Bringing me here, taking my voice...
[His thoughts trail into an inaudible murmur, and he stops examining the mirror, stepping back from it and rubbing a hand over his throat thoughtfully. The image in the mirror is of his hands scribbling strange symbols on some parchment, lit in the golden tones of firelight.]
No... No, she doesn't have the power for this. Then who? An enemy of Arthur? Or... an enemy of mine.
[That last thought cuts off coldly, and he's still and silent for a while, frowning. The hands in the mirror keep writing, and after one symbol, Merlin abruptly starts moving again, starting to look at how the mirror's glass is set in the frame, as if he might try to pry it out.]
What is this damned instrument?