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The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.
Morgana laughs, a harsh, cruel sound that she barely recognises as laughter.
Arthur doesn't know anything of the trappings of destiny, of how cruel they can be. How could he possibly understand, this golden king whose every breath is blessed by fate? He has no idea - none at all - of the lives that have been destroyed on the altar of his great destiny. That's what makes it so easy to hate him, to blame him.