A/N- I'm trying out a new style. You can decide if it's just Merlin's thoughts, or what he says, or both. Make up the details for yourself. I don't know. I just got this idea, and I was like MUST WRITE, so I don't know how good it'll be. There is a quote, hidden in there, from another TV show I love, and if you find it, I will give you a pretend cookie, any flavor you like.
I told you, didn't I?
Happy to serve you until the day I die.
I don't think you really believed me.
Until today.
The day I die.
It's not like I planned for this.
But as ways to die go, this isn't the worst, is it?
It'll be quick.
I can tell.
I did live with a physician for nearly ten years.
Give me some credit.
The worst bit, I think, is the cold.
Why is the the dagger so cold?
It doesn't hurt as much as you'd think, though.
That's a mercy, at least.
Obviously you don't think so.
You're shaking.
I don't know if it's because of the cold or with some emotion.
Emotion at my death?
I'm flattered.
No, you're right, I probably shouldn't be joking now.
But you should always waste time when you don't have any.
And I'm really, very, definitely out of time.
Ooh, is the world supposed to look like that?
All wavery and tinted blue?
Probably not.
That's not a good sign.
You're still shaking.
Why?
I don't remember it being particularly cold before. . .
But everything feels a bit hazy right now, so I could be wrong.
That's right, I just admitted I could be wrong.
It's a miracle!
Why aren't you laughing?
Arthur, this is me dying, not you, so stop crying, for god's sake.
Yes, you were crying, don't bother arguing.
Just listen, okay?
You'll be a great king, really, you will.
It's just a shame I won't be there to see how you fix up this kingdom.
Or maybe I will.
I don't really know how this death thing works.
I guess I'll find out soon enough.
Oh, shut up, Arthur, I know I'm dying, even if you're in denial.
Just. . . Tell Gwen and Gaius and Gwaine goodbye for me.
Wow, lots of G's.
I like alliteration, don't you?
Can you tell my mum in person?
I don't want her to find out about her only son's death from a stranger.
My head feels fuzzy.
Kind of like just after you wake up.
Bit ironic, really.
I can't feel my toes.
Or my feet.
Or my wound.
Wouldn't you know it, it doesn't hurt anymore.
That's nice.
But, seriously, Arthur.
I don't know what else to say, but:
Thank you.
And you're welcome, Arthur Pendragon.
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