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“You don’t have to be afraid here,” he says, and turns from the nowhere to the somewhere, blinking into visibility where he’s watching on the wall. “Burning flesh in my nostrils, screams in my ears, pulse pounding in my chest as my throat tightens with fear - what if they find out, what if he finds out?”
It hurts his chest, twists it more than usual, to follow the echoes of pain and burdens and cold responsibility, and so it’s urgent that Merlin-Emrys-Dragoon-The-Great, warlock-sorcerer-born-of-magic, hears and understands.
“It isn’t like that here. There are others with magic - of magic - and things like it, and you won’t be burned or hurt or locked in a tower for it. I wouldn’t let it happen, even if it was - but it isn’t. You can be who you are now. No one from Camelot can see.”