Depressing reveal fic, but not exactly angst.
"But why?" he shouted at the receding figure.
The figure tuned around, revealing a battle worn Arthur with a resigned look on his face.
"It's necessary," he stated, his voice showing no emotion.
"But—"
"I said it was necessary!" Arthur yelled. His face showed misery, pain, and betrayal for a split second before reverting back to the cool façade.
"I have to stay," he whimpered, his knees buckled as he fell into the ground.
"You aren't welcome anywhere near here. Go away," Arthur turned back and started walking away.
"Please," he was pleading now.
"Sorcerers aren't welcome in Camelot,"
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