Arthur ground his teeth together, savoring the tightness of his jaw as he fought down the temptation to turn around and walk out those double doors behind Guinevere. The correct answer, the one he needed to give, the one he should use sat on the tip of his tongue, but his mouth refused to open and give it.
His body was locked tighter than any safe in the world and before he could do something irresponsible, something that would ensure Morgana hated him forever, perhaps Guinevere as well, he tipped his head down, staring past Morgana's shoulder and took off toward those doors he'd been contemplating before.
It was a bad decision, the daftest he'd ever had, but until he could be sure he'd answer in a way that was mutually beneficial, he was leaving and finding a place where he could hack something down into finite particles and then trample on its dust.