UNDER ARREST!

                                       SOMETIMES BEFORE IT GETS BETTER                                              THE DARKNESS GETS BIGGER.                                    THE PERSON THAT YOU’D TAKE A BULLET FOR IS                                                       BEHIND THE TRIGGER             

Merlin understood why Lancelot felt so indifferent toward the special treatment. There were so many people who needed or could do with rooms like these. He too wished that there wasn’t such a divide, but it would take someone in power to do something about it. “You were always a good man, Lancelot. It was my fault in the first place for wrongly getting you involved with the knights. I am glad, though, that you are here now under your own making. Arthur trusts in you, as do I.” And the rest of the kingdom. Merlin knew that Lancelot was well admired among the people.

“I hope so. I never wanted the magical folk to feel the way my father made them feel. And I’m sorry that you felt such fear here too.” Arthur wondered why Merlin hadn’t just left, why he had bothered to come to Camelot in the first place. Surely people like the Druids would have taken him in, but he didn’t ask. Merlin had his reasons for being there. “It was legal long before you were born. I doubt you would know anything, but it will be a freeing feeling. Gaius knows what it was like before the Purge, I’m sure we could ask him how things were.” And he hoped that Gaius didn’t advise him against freeing magic. His mind was made up and he could tell already that it had made Merlin HAPPIER, which was honestly one of his main goals too. Not that he would EVER admit that out loud. 

𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗆, 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖠𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽; 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗆, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖽.

𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍. 𝖦𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖦𝗈𝖽. 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗆’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍.  ❝ 𝖦𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗍. 𝖶𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇. ❞ 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁.  ❝ 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗆. ❞

Survive. He just has to survive until Gil finds him. Gil always finds him in the end. But can he when he’s slowly bleeding out from a knife wound and trapped with a man who worked with his father? Who is able to get into his head just as Martin Whitly has. Malcolm knows that at least for the moment he is playing the part. Giving John exactly what he wants for the moment even if the damage is being done to his own psyche.

Be the profiler, not the son. It’s harder to do than it is to think that’s for sure. A way out will present itself he just has to be patient. Hope Gil has found any leads that shows the team where he’s been taken. “Patience isn’t exactly easy in a place like this. I don’t like small spaces any more than you do.” The girl in the box had been trapped in a small space for God knows how long. It is a key part of his own nightmares.