Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart.
No one believes in the work. But it doesn’t matter. Because it’s over.
“I want her, in a way I haven’t felt before, not just some kind of mindless physical drive but a real, specific desire. Not for ‘someone,’ just for her.”
I always loved this because seriously, who else but Merlin could be allowed to order the king about before defying him insolently a second later?