It had seemed like the only possible option at the time – but he had regretted it ever since.
Every time a new sorcerer showed up to get revenge on Uther he was reminded of it: his complicity. Kilgharrah was right.
"Turn a blind eye. That is, after all, your talent."
He could have fought Uther. Argued. Something. But he didn't. Because he knew where he would be if he had.
Dead.
And every time he saw someone who had lost everything in the Purge, he felt his gut become heavy with shame and guilt. He used to wish he could go back and do something differently.
Not anymore.
If he had been killed, he never would have been introduced to Merlin, or been able to see him mature into the young man he was today. In fact, if he had openly defied Uther, Merlin might not even have been born. And it was thanks to Merlin that his formerly blind eye could truly see.
And this was a sight he wouldn't miss for anything.
