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It’s over—or maybe it’s only just begun. Arthur doesn’t know. He’s still struggling to comprehend everything that has happened since he chased the White Rabbit into Wonderland.
Merlin is sobbing wetly into his chest, clutching at him with fumbling desperation—as if unable to comprehend that they were both truly alive. “I wasn’t worried. Really. Morgana told me that the man I loved would be The One. And, God help me, I love you. So much.”
“You girl,” Arthur croaks, and drags Merlin in for a kiss, for the first time glad of his decision to take the red pill.