Maybe I should, but I don't. [Why does Arthur keep insisting that Merlin hate him for this? Hating someone for something that isn't even their fault is not something Merlin ever wanted, and he's accepted long ago that it isn't Arthur's fault.] Because I know you. And I don't want to hate--not like that.

[He holds Arthur's gaze, sorrow lining his features.] You're a good man, Arthur. What would be the point of blaming you? I've seen what happens when sorcerers give into their hatred, and I don't want to end up like them.

[Though he doesn't give names, it's almost a given that Morgana would be at the forefront of his and Arthur's minds when he says this. Hatred had twisted someone wonderful, brave-hearted, and loyal into a shell of herself that ran completely on hatred and anger. What kind of life would that be, seeing magic only as a tool for revenge, and not appreciating the beautiful things it could do?]