servant | Forge

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"Hello? I don't have to polish this thing, do I?"

[He's quiet for a long moment before answering.]

Yes and no. Why do you ask?

[He might as well take a leap of faith here; so far he's kept the fact that he even has them a well guarded secret but if he wants help - ]

I've got some to ditch. What does that mean?

They can't be destroyed - at least I wouldn't advise it.

Why do you want to ditch them? Surely Morgana doesn't mind.

Wouldn't advice it why?

[He ignores the second part because not only does she mind - she's completely against what he's doing]

Because magic's about balance. You destroy your powers, maybe some pop up somewhere else. Maybe in the wrong hands.

They're your powers for a reason.

They're popping up all over the place as it is. How do you do it?

That's not-

[Merlin sighs.]

You have to go into the mist. Enough that it gives you the sickness. The spell...it's a healing spell that I altered. It treats your powers like poison and draws them out.

What sort of powers do you have, Sam?

Seems like some sort of telekinesis so far.

[Ava's face drifts into his mind, mad, as she explained to him that he hasn't an inkling of what he could do.]

What's the spell, can anyone cast it?

[Merlin looks troubled at that question.]

I don't know for sure. Possibly?

Have you really thought this through? What if something goes wrong? I don't think this is a good idea.