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Merlin Toke (oh_merling) wrote in wished,

Merlin shook his head, expression dark; he had no gift - he was cursed. It worked each and every time and he could never, ever stop it.

"I don't Divine anything. I don't have a choice. Do you think I'd BE here if I thought I had a choice about it, if my... stupid feelings didn't lead me here?" He stood up, angry because he was strangely hurt, and not so strangely offended. The blight had screwed his life and now Zach was telling him it was nothing more than the fairground shill he had peddled it to be? That stung. "You know what, if it's such a pile of crock then forget about it."

He got up and walked out, knowing it was the wrong thing to do but too angry to listen to the niggling feeling, knowing it would overpower everything he did until he obeyed it later but not thinking about those consequences right then.