"I was born like this," he said softly, looking away. "I'm not like most sorcers. I didn't choose to learn spells. I could... be killed merely for being alive." He reached out and called an object to him, anything to let his hands have something to fidgit with. "I work in secret, saving Camelot and my prince. Arthur... he's different. When he's king, things will change." He looked back up at Damien. That hopeless, sick longing for Arthur was fading, even more than it had when Gwaine had told him he loved him. "I might like it here."