If you skipped the Warning on the Description, read this: IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THIS EPISODE (4x3) DO NOT, ABSOLUTELY NOT, CONTINUE READING. YOU MAY THINK YOU WANT SPOILERS. WRONG. NOT THIS ONE. TRUST ME, IT'S MUCH BETTER TO WATCH IT AND FIND OUT THEN READ.
Okay. I hope I scared off any people that haven't seen this episode. To those who have, did you cry? (…I might have…)
Gaius
My best friend. Gone. The man I though could never die, lays breathless in this bed. His corpse cold, heart still, blood stopped.
Uther always seemed such a strong figure, a King that ruled with an iron fist. He caused much suffering to those I love, I know that. But it was out of good intentions.
I pretend I don't blame Merlin. I paint the image of a glorious future to soothe his troubled mind. I know he didn't mean to kill Uther, it was indeed Morgana who did it.
And yet, he muttered the words that sealed Uther's fate. I told him not to do it, that no good would come of it. But he did not listen.
I may act stone hearted toward the King's death, but it truly tears me apart inside.
Though I will never mention it, and I will act in a positive light, I will never forgive Merlin for what he's done.
Arthur
I killed my father. My father is dead, because of me.
What have I done?
I trusted a sorcerer. The epitome of all evil. That man- no, creature, used his magic to seek his revenge. He played me like a fool.
And yet, he is not to blame. I am. Dragoon would never have had that chance if I hadn't allowed it. I stood there and watched his eyes glow that disgusting, horrific, malevolent yellow. I stood by and watched my father die.
My father declared war against magic, because he knew of the danger it could cause, the lives it could take. He, who spent a good deal of his life protecting the Kingdom against magic, died from it.
Do not think I failed to miss the irony.
Morgana
I did it. I successfully killed Uther Pendragon, the tyrant king. The murderer. A sick, twisted, and malevolent man.
My father.
As I lie in my bed, all alone, I remember the fond looks he would give me. He truly did love me. I made him a broken man. Perhaps if I had listened to these thoughts two years ago, the greatest man I ever knew would not be a corpse.
I killed my sister; the I loved most in this world. She was willing to sacrifice herself for my wellbeing; she cared for me when no one else did. I took the life of my father, who never fully stopped loving me, no matter the amount of pain he caused me. And soon my brother, who I used to tease and advice.
Surely I will go to hell for this.
Merlin
I didn't mean to do it, really, I didn't. Many nights I have wished for Uther's death, entertained thoughts of Arthur as King in a glorious age.
It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
I was never supposed to kill Uther. Sure, I indirectly did it, but I am still a murderer nonetheless. I was just trying to help. I was so close to having Arthur be open to magic.
No good deed goes unpunished.
Not only did I kill my best friend's father, but I ruined any chance of him ever accepting me. He hates it. Loathes it. Despises it.
And, unknown to him, me.
Now I will have to hide who I am.
Forever.