I stand in the shadows, my heart breaking as Arthur speaks of magic. He is condemning it. He hates it. He hates me, or he would, if he knew. Long ago I realised he would never accept me. He will never know what I've done for him, never know of my sacrifices. It is only my hope for Albion, my friendship with Arthur that protects me from despair. Protects me from the hatred that my kin share. I will forever protect Arthur, from my place in the shadows, and I will do so until the day I die. But he will never know, he must never know, for I couldn't bear it if his hatred turned to me.