"It was, Merlin tried his best. Kept us out of certain fights. If we had to be there, only one of us would. Ensuring that the other was safe. On the eve of what we assumed was victory, we both went to battle. Causing fate to seal her grasp on us." Merlin was pissed off, but I wasn’t going to say no to Arthur. He truly thought we had the win. Merlin, in a fit of anger, refused to be part of the battle. Leaving us to our fate. It was foolish, I know, but I had grown bored. Arthur had been the one to do most of the leading at that time. Something my apprentice liked to point out, quite a bit.