— What happened to you, Morgana? As a child you're so kind, so compassionate.
— I grew up.
— Arthur! Stop. Think about what you’re doing. What good will this achieve? How many times have you talked about uniting this land? Will killing this man make that dream any closer?
— He is right. This is no answer.
— Finish it. Finish it and be done.
— And what then? Your people will seek they’re revenge. A war without an end.
— There is no other way.
— There is another way. In return for your life, you must restore Rodor to the throne of Nemeth.
— Even if I agreed, it solves nothing. What about us, Pendragon?
— A truce. Binding our kingdoms to peace.
— Never.
— Is this what you want? To die here, now know you condemn this land to war. Odin, you cannot let it end like this. The blood will never wash off.
— You killed my son!
— You killed my father! We have both lost much at the others hand. Let us loose no more, I am offering you the chance to end this. Take it. Take it!
— So be it. A truce it is.
— Merlin! What are you doing?
— I'm like a swan. It seems I'm not doing anything but there's a lot of work going on underneath.
— You know, if Morgana doesn't kill you, I will.
— Threatening your king is treason, Merlin.
— How about threatening an ass?
— Heard that!
— You don't know how many times I've saved your life.
— If I ever become king I'll have you made you court jester.
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