A/N Hello again. So, I'm kind of experimenting with this story - I'm leaving a lot of it to YOUR imaginations. You can decide what happened and what happens after it (You'll see what I mean when you finish reading) and I'm completely interested in what you guys think of! This story is COMPLETE. And I will not be adding to it. And kudos to anyone who recognizes the movie quotes I used. Enjoy!

This man had ripped his life to sheds.

This man turned everyone he knew against him, revealed his secret, and tried to kill him.

This man called him a cold-blooded, heartless, lying magic using piece of trash that had no right to even exist - no right to live - no right to breathe the air like any other man – in front of everyone.

And they believed him – if only for a minute or two, they believed those words.

But now, this man was dying. Not by his hand, but by Arthur's.

And suddenly, the man that had made his life hell for weeks, this man that he had learned to fear – because when he spoke, people listened… was just like any other, when his time in this world was coming to an end. Scared and frightened.

And he grasped at him with sweaty hands, holding on to him for all he was worth.

"Do you hate… normal p-people?" He choked out, his eyes boring into his, begging for an answer that he hadn't realized he wanted to know – because for some people, the questions that should have been asked, the ones that mattered, only came at the end when there was a slight chance of receiving an answer.

He wasn't able to look away from his eyes.

He wanted to turn away, to never see this man again but he couldn't.

"…sometimes…" He felt himself answered quietly, painfully aware of Arthur behind him.

"W-why…?"

His mouth sagged for a moment. And then the words came easily.

"I-I suppose… I'm afraid of them." He whispered. The fear, the hatred, the loathing, the persecution, and the sure promise of death that was all directed at him.

Yes he feared those without magic. They scared him more than he ever let on.

The man gave a breathless laugh. Of course it never occurred to him that the sorcerers fear him as much as he feared them.

"I guess… you have one l-less person to be af-fraid of…"

His eyes slipped shut and the grip in his hand slowly relaxed and after a moment he lowered it slowly to the ground.

He rose to his feet, staring at the body on the ground, unsure of how to feel. He felt no sadness but also no relief.

Someone touched his shoulder.

"Merlin? You okay?" It was Arthur. Arthur who had chosen to forgive him – though not without punching him first – and who had saved his life moments ago.

He slowly nodded his head.

Because he was fine.

He was fine.

A/N Sooo? What'd you think? Good, bad, so-so? Feel free to let me know and please, tell me what you think happened that caused all of this - I seriously have no idea! I was just watching a movie earlier and I thought, holy dang, these lines are perfect for Merlin. And so this is the result. And... it is my birthday... so... review? Please? It'd make me so happy!

Thanks for reading!