merlin, trying to drag a drunk arthur to his chambers: arthur! i’m your friend!
arthur: spare me your lies, temptress! your emperor’s defeated, and i’m immune to your bewitching good looks
gwaine: merlin, tell percy that he’s an idiot, but i still love him
merlin: tell him yourself
gwaine: we’re in a fight
merlin:...you’re sitting on his lap?
morgana: i need his death to seem like an accident
mordred: say no more
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gaius: looks like the killer beat the victim with a crowbar then left a banana peel by his feet