"You foolish, ignorant boy!" Morgana's voice cracked, all her fear and grief boiling over into fury. "You don't know anything! That's the curse of these damned prophecies! The one it's about is always the last to understand! The fate of everything is supposed to rest on your shoulders, and you're not ready! You're not even willing to listen! What was the point? What was the point of all of them dying—good people, brave people—just so I could reach you? You're a disappointment. A disgrace to every sacrifice, to everything we've fought for!"
She was yelling now, the words tumbling out in a hot, painful rush, echoing slightly in the small cave.
Merlin waited until she ran out of breath, his face set in a stubborn frown. "Are you done?" he asked, his voice flat. "If you're finished, I have a home to get back to."
