Jan 23, 2009 01:29
[Private to Merlin]
We are not going to discuss this. Any of this, ever again. Do you understand me? And where is my coat?
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[Private to Morgana]
You knew, didn't you? How Merlin felt and you let me make a fool of myself on purpose. I swear. Do you hate me that much? Is my reputation that worthless to you?
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Why... why are you saying this?
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This-we-cannot happen.
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I thought you... you seemed...
Please, Arthur, don't do this.
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You know, Merlin, there are plenty of similarly inclined people in this town. You'll have your pick of potential partners.
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Of course, Sire. Because what I feel for you is that replaceable, that petty.
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Arthur, you don't want to do this. I know you don't. I know you feel this too.
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I have more important things to worry about.
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Right then.
Of course you do.
Suppose that's all there is to say on the matter, then.
Your coat is at the dry cleaner's, Sire, I felt that it could use a good pressing. Shall I fetch your other one for you? It's a bit filthy but I can fix that, of course. Will you require anything else at the moment, Sire?
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The other one will be perfectly fine. And now that you mention it, I need you to find out where Morgana is currently.
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