There was so much there that it took a long few minutes for Merlin to move, or respond in any way. So much pain, history, and loss. So much emotion. He knew what that was like. He knew what it could be like. Over two thousand years stretched back in his life, and he had lost... yes he had.
And in that time, he had rarely seen one do so well as she was doing. She carried herself, and others, even in the darkest hours. As when she had thought of Fatima during her own trials. She was, though she would never say it, and he would never trivialize her accomplishments by calling her such, a hero.
Merlin nodded, and sighed. He admired how she had managed to make her way through it. And how she still stood. "A hard situation for you all. A strange one, too." He blew out a long breath, remembering those images and feelings, and how she had felt, then, and how her nightmare had felt, now.
"You have carried this weight, for a long time. And you have not broken." His words were soft, gentle, sure, and the look in his eyes was sure as well. She yet managed to hold on. "An amazing, and hard, beginning."
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And in that time, he had rarely seen one do so well as she was doing. She carried herself, and others, even in the darkest hours. As when she had thought of Fatima during her own trials. She was, though she would never say it, and he would never trivialize her accomplishments by calling her such, a hero.
Merlin nodded, and sighed. He admired how she had managed to make her way through it. And how she still stood. "A hard situation for you all. A strange one, too." He blew out a long breath, remembering those images and feelings, and how she had felt, then, and how her nightmare had felt, now.
"You have carried this weight, for a long time. And you have not broken." His words were soft, gentle, sure, and the look in his eyes was sure as well. She yet managed to hold on. "An amazing, and hard, beginning."