He had no intention to kill the future of Albion, but he will not surrender. And he wouldn't apologize for what he'd done. It had been just. Then he heard the roar that flew from Merlin's mouth like it belonged there. A voice calling for obedience yet reassuring he wasn't alone in this world. He had longed to hear it in that twenty years of captivity. But a thought stroger than any other washed over him. The realization that Balinor was dead. And it was his turn. He just wished he wouldn't be remembered as the destroyer of innocent lives.