Merlin stood there wanting to say more, wanting to apologize, but all he could muster was something that the socorer probably didn't meant to kill Uther. That something had to have gone wrong with the spell. The look on Arthur's face brought about a coldness in Merlin. When Arthur spoke, Merlin could hardly breathe.
All I know for sure is that I've lost both my parents to magic. It is... pure evil. I'll never lose sight of that again. It was a punch to the stomach. Merlin barely nodded, feeling weak and numb at the same time. He could feel the stinging of tears that threatened to show, but he couldn't. Not in front of Arthur. There was a knock at the door and all Merlin could do was watch Arthur get up and leave the room. As the door closed he took a deep breath in, the tears closer now that before.
Merlin blinked, causing a tear to escape his eyes and run down his cheek, and when his eyes opened he was back in Haurvatat. He sucked in another breath.