Arthur.

Arthur looked at Lancelot.

"Is he ...?"

Yes.

Arthur watched again the wound which expired slowly before his eyes. The golden light faded gradually. Lancelot pulled his arm away.

Arthur.

"Thank you, thank you ..."

I only showed him the way. In time, eventually you'll understand better. I ask. Please be patient with him. When the time comes, listen to him carefully. And remember all the things he has done for you.

"I don't understand ..."

No you don't. Not yet. Promises that you will remember this night when the time comes.

"Lancelot ..."

Promise. Lancelot demanded.

"How could I forget. I promise. But ..."

Lancelot smiled and looked at Merlin.

Welcome back, my friend.

Arthur looked downward.

Merlin's eyes were open.

His hand reached out toward the knight.

"Thank you."

Lancelot grabbed Merlin's hand for a moment.

We see someday again. Remember what I said.

Then Lancelot was gone.

But Arthur hardly realized it. He looked at Merlin whose skin still glowed faintly.

"You, you live."

Merlin blinked, and Arthur saw the tears.

"I'm sorry, Arthur."

Arthur shook his head.

"You ... I ... I killed you ... I ..."

"Arthur. You're not a murderer. You never could be." Merlin smiled.

Arthur went speechless.

He looked his closest friend, and felt a sudden relief. He realized that everything should be fine. Whatever would happen, Merlin would remain by his side. He didn't want question what had happened and how Merlin was again alive. He decided to be just happy that his error was not irreversible. This time.

He felt a sudden cold chills passing through.

"Merlin. I think that we need to keep a slightly longer conversation than the last time. Third time and I kick you out of this town. Did you hear me?"

Merlin sighed.

"Yes, Arthur."

They stared each other.

"What do you think, are you able to stand?" Arthur held out his hand, and Merlin took it.

"Let's try."