He kept his magic from me for ten years. Ten years that he knew me completely and I trusted him without question. And I thought that... I knew him, too. But he kept something so important from me... because he was afraid of what I'd say. Of what I'd have to do.
[...] And when he told me, it was just... yet another person who's betrayed me in my life, because I was too trusting. But it hurt more with him. It didn't matter that he had magic -- what mattered was that he lied to me. That he... didn't trust me. And it hurt more than I ever thought it could -- because it never even occurred to me that Merlin would lie to me. And it hurt that much because I was in love with him.