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“My lord?” Gaius called. Arthur swallowed hard before turning around. “Yes?” he replied, his voice strangely neutral, far too clear for someone who felt as though his chest were being crushed from the inside. “I need you to tell me in detail what happened” the physician said. The effort to remain professional was obvious, to keep from showing the despair that must have been consuming him at the sight of his nephew in such a state. “There’s nothing to tell” Arthur said far too quickly, as though he wanted to end the matter before it gained any weight. “He was completely normal one second, and the next he was groaning in pain, with his eyes…” he made a vague gesture with his hand, unable to finish. Giving it shape would make it real, and he was not sure he could bear it. What difference did it make now? He’s dead, a cruel part of his mind whispered. “Then his eyes rolled back and he… fainted.” ⸻ Or: where Merlin’s soul travels back in time while fighting in the midst of the Second World War, and, in the process, his body in Camelot dies for a few minutes, sending Arthur Pendragon to the verge of fainting.

Fics like He is half of my soul, as the poets say

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