[ She is silent for a long moment and then for another. She wishes it could all be different for them. For Uther to be able to see the light at home too, for her not to be so spiteful and afraid, for them to actually know each other. None of it can be in Camelot and she mourns for it, they both fell from grace, it would seem. ]
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As am I. For all that was and perhaps will be.