No Turning Back From Here
Arthur was yelling, shaking him. There was so much anger there, so much pain, and he was responsible for it. After everything that had happened, after all the betrayals, all the deaths and attacks, it was he, Merlin, who'd eventually torn his heart to bits.
Merlin did the only thing he could: he let Arthur get it all out. Took every harsh word, every accusation, without so much as flinching and when the King had finally stopped yelling, had finally asked him why, he remained silent. He couldn't bring himself to say that everything was for Arthur and the future. It seemed like such a bad excuse now, even if it was true.
He'd smiled sadly and shaken off Arthur's hands and left without a word. The King yelled after him, but he didn't stop. If Arthur really wanted answers, he would need to find them out for himself.
