All language subtitles for The.Librarians.The.Next.Chapter.S02E01.WEB.DARK

Gentlemen, I must warn you. In a
thousand years that you've been dead,

the art of swordplay has advanced
considerably.

The Paracetti Defense 1772 was designed
to defend one blade against three.

Proper swordmanship takes not just
skill, but study, which is my forte, as

I am... the librarian.

Yes. you can advance no further.

Now, why is that?

The magic curse empowers you to defend
the walls of your ancient city, which

a thousand years ago ended right here.
Knowing the exact boundary of a lost

city, that's why it's so useful having
an historian on the team. Thank you,

librarian. You're welcome, librarian.

Now... How should one get that amulet of
Ishtar Alu?

Their so-called magic senses work on the
infrared range, so I'm overloading their

neural pathways with strobing
oscillation in that spectrum.

It's genius.

Having a scientist is useful, too.

Thank you, librarian.

You're welcome, librarian.

Really?

No thank you for the Guardian?

How can you miss this?

The basket.

Hey! You are not the king to throw your
trash around like this.

Hey! Papa, calm down.

Did you see what he did? Yes, Dad, I
know. But please, you're kind of...

What? I'm embarrassing you? Is that it?
No, no, never.

Look, I'm so grateful you got me this
scholarship.

But I'm finally making some friends
and... Tamara. Your boyfriend, he was

talking to me.

You know what he said?

Huh? Listen, if you have a problem...
Hey!

Are you okay?

Do you need any help?

Go away!

Yes,

Dad, I'm fine.

Stop it!

Stop it! That's enough! Break this up!
Break it up!

And what's that?

My family has been gracious enough to
donate our collection to the History

Project. And this is how you treat it?

You two, detention hall.

Now!

What's going on with these kids?

Get that cleaned up. Right away.

Get that cleaned up.

Oh, my God!

Oh!

Tamara!

Tamara!

Tamara!

Mrs. Astellat, we return victorious.

If by victorious you mean we did our
job, then congratulations.

Thank you. I'm now going to go and place
this in the library, victoriously.

And then I'm going to go to lunch.

Well, Chef, will be.

Victoriously prepare me cacio e pepe.

Come on, Mrs. A. We've got to have some
sort of record going. I mean, what, ten

artifacts in six months?

I will admit, the team is beginning to
show promise.

We are a finely honed machine.

Oh, and look, the pendulum has another
mystery for us.

You ready?

We are needed at the Hughes
International Academy.

What sort of school is that?

High school.

Between grammar and university.

Teenagers. In this case, the teenagers
of foreign diplomats and businessmen.

Can you explain teenagers to me again?

Mrs. Asselin, have you heard anything
about when the other guardians will be

arriving? I'm sorry?

In my training, I was told one guardian
to protect each librarian.

I've got three.

I've been on triple duty for months.

Protecting them is like herding cats,
except the cats are all convinced that

they're smarter than you and don't have
to follow orders, which, now that I say

it out loud, is also just... I'm sorry.
I'm...

I'm exhausted.

Charlie. I've heard nothing about any
reinforcements.

I'm afraid you're it.

Are you quite all right?

Fine. Yeah, I'll be fine.

Missing. Alex Karepa.

Last seen yesterday.

Wait, you think this is why we're here?
Perhaps.

Who? Have you seen him? Do you recognize
that photo?

Tamara!

If I catch you out of class again, I
will see you in my headmaster's office.

Yes, but my father... You'll be
disappointed if you get expelled,

especially after he worked so hard for
your scholarship.

I swear I was way cooler teacher than
him.

Now, who are you people?

I... Wait, no. Can I practice?

We're the librarians.

Ah, of course, about the expansion.

Permanent display of my family's
collection of Middle Eastern

antiquities. I'm Professor Hughes.

Enjoy the collection.

I'll be in my office if you need
anything.

Oh, and don't worry about Karepa. I'm
sure he'll be fine.

This is the missing faculty member. Why
is there only one student putting up

flyers? Why was that headmaster so
dismissive?

I don't think Professor Hughes cares
much about anyone, let alone a janitor.

Ah, so are you a teacher here?

Newly arrived.

Just learning the ropes, as they say. So
the missing man's a janitor?

Yes, and the young lady is his daughter,
Tamara.

Oh, incidentally, if you're curious
about his disappearance, I believe he

has a workshop just down the stairs and
to your left. Ah, you are very helpful.

Thank you.

I'm trying to be more helpful these
days.

I didn't quite get...

All right, let me go first. Let me
secure the scene.

It's a janitorial closet, Charlie. I
hardly think... Don't think.

Don't assume.

Just do as I say.

For once.

Does Charlie seem angry?

Correction. Does he seem especially
angry to you?

Hmm. Just me.

Okay.

That teacher said the janitor's closet's
up this way. His daughter was also

heading that way, so maybe we can ask
her some questions. These readings are

all over the place. They've recalibrated
the app, but it's spiking everywhere.

I told you we couldn't always depend on
that thing for answers. You weren't

complaining when it led us to the
amulet. Well, if you can't pin down a

source, maybe we should split up.

Johnny,

come on!

Oh, God.

Teenagers these days are awful. There's
hot-headed hormone monsters. I'm so glad

I'm not a teenager anymore.

Were you ever one, really?

You talk about teenager as if it were a
disease.

No, a teenager's brains haven't fully
developed the frontal lobe yet. Not from

the 20s. For men, even later. Nonsense.
When I was their age, I was entrusted

with all manner of important
responsibility.

My point exactly.

I still think it's weird that Professor
wasn't more concerned.

When I was a teacher, all the staff
looked out for each other. You should

talk to him.

Educator to educator.

Oh. I have an idea.

Let's split up.

I just said that.

Wait, no one listens to me.

You and Charlie are going to speak to
your peer.

Myself and Liza will go find the
janitor's monster-aged teen child.

Should I say that to her face?

Yes.

No, no.

Oh, okay.

Oh, it's you.

I don't think I've ever been so
unenthusiastically greeted.

Like I said, teenagers.

We believe we can be of some assistance
regarding your missing father.

Your outfit is weird.

What do you think happened to your dad?

I don't know.

It was just a normal day. All his stuff
is still in here.

Hey!

Don't touch his things.

We're trying to conduct a thorough
investigation.

Do you have any family you can call?

Maybe an emergency came up.

Me and my dad are with my grandma. She
wants me home, but they have to look for

him. Yeah.

Hey, I...

I get that this is scary.

I lost my parents when I was your age,
too, so... He's missing.

Not dead.

No, I know. Sorry, I just... I don't
want your help.

Out. Oh, out. One moment. Get out.

Teenagers.

Yep.

How did you get in here?

I found this in the hallway.

I believe it was once part of a
keychain.

I thought you might like to have it.

Thank you.

You're very welcome, my dear.

Everyone's on edge.

I'm in charge of detention because Mrs.
Seeley took off for her mother's

funeral. Bloody inconsiderate, if you
ask me.

I've broken up more fights the last few
days than I have my entire career.

Fights about grades, roommate dramas,
love triangles.

Sounds like typical teenage stuff.
Something's up with these brats.

If I didn't know better, I'd say they
were just doing it to make my job

harder. Hey!

Son of a... Get the hell out of my way!

Stop that!

Boys!

Stop this instant!

I'll deal with this.

You find Vikram and Liza? I know, kids,
I can help. Something is up, all right?

This isn't normal teen angst. Just
listen to me.

You know, you're always bothering me
around.

And it's kept you alive this far. I am a
real librarian now. You should be

listening to me.

That's how you think this works?

Stupid children.

Idiotic school.

You should have let me handle her. You?

She didn't trust you. You freaked her
out. You've been in the future for

almost a year now. Do you think it's
time to get some normal clothes blend in

for a change? I prefer to stand out,
thank you very much. You pushed her too

far. Let your emotions get in the way.
Excuse me? Being in a school like this

must be difficult for you. Digging up
the memories of the years after your

parents passed away.

I'm fine. Why is it so hot in here? You
are not fine, which is why you are going

back to the annex. Oh, you're going to
put me in a timeout like a child?

Because you're acting like one. Why are
we young?

I do not know.

But I am furious with you.

Blood pressure and heart rate is
skyrocketing. Our temperature's spiking.

You can see all of that?

I may have put health trackers on
everyone.

Or research.

These are all the typical physical
symptoms a body goes through during an

argument, but not on this level.

I've never seen anything like it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm angry!

Is super strength on your end?

Oh, God.

What is happening to me?

Make this stop right now!

Now

we

know what happened to the janitor.

Yeah, thanks for saying the obvious, but
we still don't know why.

You don't have to bite my head off about
it. Did you stop arguing?

Two people are dead.

Gone forever. We can't bring them back.
If we don't stop this, everyone in the

school is going to be dead.

He's gone?

Like this?

Tell me.

Tell me what happened to him. Tell me.

We don't know.

Great.

There goes our best lead.

Could you be any more insensitive?

Could you be any more of a know-it-all?
Are you three feeling particularly

angry? Obviously. Just like the
professor who was so angry he burned

into ash.

Okay. Anger magically amplified. That
makes sense.

Our adrenaline rises when we're angry.
That explains the super strength. Our

temperature rises when we're angry. That
explains the spontaneous human flame

out. It is plain you have all been
infected with anger magic, which is why

you're all acting so irrationally. Oh,
wow. I had no idea. What's your excuse?

You're infected with a condescending
curse? Yeah, mansplaining magic.

A smugness spell.

I'm not apologizing here.

Enough! We must return to the annex to
research.

With any luck, a change of location will
allow us to calm down and find a

solution before any more lives are lost.

I'm doing this because I want to. You
are not the boss of me.

This is your fault.

every time. Vikram!

Where's Vikram?

I can't believe Vikram stayed behind.

But we have to get away from that spell
at the school. We don't need him. I know

exactly where we start our research.

Curse locations.

Find out if the school was built on a
ley line crossing.

Uh, knock, knock.

Who's there?

You, knocking at the wrong door.

Okay, school's been there for decades,
so we need to find something that's

changed.

Magic spells and artifacts. Yes, you
mean they're even in that book.

It could be a new artifact created
because somebody opened up the magic

world under the annex, and by somebody,
I mean a certain guy dressed like the

lead in an Oklahoma high school version
of Phantom of the Opera.

So I'm thinking we did not shake the
anger spell.

Yeah, no.

Okay, the symptoms are down, but our
signs are way, way above.

Don't need your app to tell us that. Oh,
I am so sick of your blood... Oh, no.

Well, I can't work that day. I
specifically asked her to cover that

holiday. You agree? I have an email.
Pull him down.

You'll burn up. What's he on about?
Literally.

It's not existentialism, it's nihilism.

Existentialism emphasizes... Am

I in prank?

Sir.

Sorry, but...

If you are who I think you are, I may
need your help.

Don't want you getting agitated and
burning up.

You know about the magic?

Lee Meyer.

You know who I am?

Well, I would think it would be fairly
obvious.

Scholar. Pursuing magic accompanied by a
fierce warrior woman?

to meet you, library.

Pippin. Grimmauld.

Shilderman.

Pippin. Grimmauld. Charles Motel.

Pippin.

Charlemagne. Oh, my God, you're killing
me. What are you doing?

Oh, uh, I'm gonna try to keep calm. I
like to recite the ancestors of the

Carolingian dynasty.

Oh. At least I'm trying to keep calm.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry. It's just the anger magic.

Anger magic, yeah.

Let's just keep that in mind.

You find something?

No, I'm making a note to fix the magic
door. We can't fall over every time we

run through.

It is a magic door. You can't fix it.
You can't fix everything.

Sorry.

If I don't fix it, then what happens if
it doesn't work in an emergency?

I'd love to just relax and live the
dream like you do. Sorry, Anger Magic. I

am out there risking my life. You are,
but you want to. You wanted this.

You wanted the library. You wanted magic
to exist, and you got it.

Sorry, anger magic.

Oh, like you didn't want this? You love
being in control. You love acting like

the lady of the manor. You literally own
the place we live in and work in, and

you have a special relationship with
Vikram. I am always the outsider.

Sorry, anger magic.

You are living the dream. You got your
little empire.

Sorry.

I can't get a hold of Vikram, so I have
to go back to the school.

Any progress or still squabbling like
toddlers?

Sorry. Hey, it is harsh.

There is anger magic.

There are curses, spells, and potions.
Keep on digging.

Let's go rescue Vickie. Dollar story.
She well dies.

Harsh but fair.

Sorry. Not sorry.

Why am I following her?

Careful, Charlie. This is a very
formidable opponent.

Allow me to introduce... No, no, no, no.
Allow me.

When I reached for my weapon, you said,
no need for violence in the Welsh tongue

with a native but archaic accent.

You know about the library, and I saw
you wear an amulet with a druidic sign

of the Arwen. On your right hand, you
have a tattoo of the great tree,

puncture wounds done with a bone needle
rather than modern electronic needles.

Your clothing, all new. Your shoes,
trousers, shirt, jacket, that wonderful

scarf, none showing any wear at all. You
add all that together, we have a Welsh

magic user of great power from ancient
time, recently arrived, or perhaps

recently awakened.

You are, you can only be, the great...

Merlin.

I see the librarians are still of the
highest quality.

So we've solved the mystery of who's
doing this.

Unfortunately not.

Though I am the Merlin, at one point the
most powerful mage between the oceans,

I have lost my power, and I have
absolutely nothing to do with what is

going on at this school.

You have solved a mystery, just the
wrong one.

Sir, definitely. No, no, Charlie. Look,
this is Merlin. His knowledge of magic

is unsurpassed. His mastery of the
arcane, unlike anything we have ever

encountered. I'm so sorry, I don't mean
to gush, but I'm quite the fan.

Well, I don't know what a fan is, but I
would like to help if I can.

So the most powerful wizard in history
just happens to show up at a school

where anger magic is wreaking havoc.

And you're certain he's not behind it?
Yes.

No.

Sure. Are you two always like this? Is
he always inflexible and incompatible?

Is he always smug and reckless?

Yes!

But the two of us together, angry like
this... No.

I'm sorry.

I know this may seem like a coincidence,
but I merely followed the trail of magic

that released me, that brought me to
this city, and to the power spike of

this school.

Honestly, I feel like this is my second
chance.

What did you do with the first one?

It was my fault that Camelot fell.

I brought magic to that peaceful land.

For good, I thought.

But I became infatuated with power until
all I could think about was magic.

I alone infected and destroyed Camelot.
It's just what Mrs. A told me when we

traveled back in time.

She said the use of magic in pursuit of
power corrupted everything.

So it was your fault. Please let him
speak. You deserve to be punished.

No, no, she's right.

My powers were stripped from me, and I
was quite rightfully imprisoned by my

apprentice in a hawthorn tree, banished
for centuries.

You know, you're doing a really bad job
of convincing me you're not behind the

magic here. Can't you hear his remorse?
Have you no empathy?

Why are you on his side? He's the man
who made a mistake, who finds himself in

a new time with a second chance.

Does that not sound familiar?

But you're not a sorcerer.

You're a librarian.

And that is precisely why I want to
help. Your library had it right all

along. The world needs to be protected
from magic. That way, don't suffer my

fate and fall prey to its predatory
power.

I vow, I am here to help.

I have a million questions for you, but
right now, let us stick with the crisis

at hand.

How can you help?

I read the school records.

Tracked. When incidences inspired by
rage began, I may not have magic, but I

understand it better than any creature
alive.

I believe it is no ordinary magical
artifact you are searching for.

No. What you are hunting is a demon.

Found it.

The best demon.

Not really mad.

It's just the anger magic.

Of course. The Serbian word bez
translates to rage in English.

Are you going to tell us how you knew we
were looking for a demon, or are you

going to leave us in the dark as usual?

Sorry. Anger magic.

It's complicated.

Just tell us what we're dealing with.

The Serbian bez demon is an evil spirit
in Slavic mythology.

They cause anger and chaos in the
stories in which they appear.

The bez are said to possess those around
it with relentless rage.

Get back to school at once.

We have a demon to find.

Oh, and we have another surprise for
you.

I hate surprises.

Well, ugly little guy, isn't he?

Yeah.

Huh.

Imagine it was a statue.

Exhibit?

You said his family's collection was
from the Middle East.

Then why would there be a Serbian demon
there?

See, Hughes thought he was displaying
the Egyptian Bezgat, protector of

households, mothers, and children.

Let's go.

You're telling me this is Merlin? The
Merlin?

Most powerful sorcerer of all time,
Merlin?

Thought it would have been Tala.

Prove it.

Do something.

Sorcerer. He cannot use magic. It will
tempt him. It's very rude.

Okay, so?

The best demon was there, but our demon
has escaped.

I've seen this before.

It drank so deeply of rage, it was able
to awaken from its statue form.

Okay, so after everything Mrs. Vassalot
told us about how Camelot fell, we're

really trusting Skye.

You're telling me that the supposed most
powerful wizard of all time doesn't have

anything to do with any of this?

That's what I said. Also, what about the
magic?

He seems to be fine, while the rest of
us can't get away without punching each

other. Ah, first.

The only way to combat rage is to find
one's inner calm.

Because telling a woman to calm down
always does the trick. Yeah.

Second, though I may currently be
powerless, this body once held more

magic than it is contained in your
entire library.

This little spell is merely a drop of
salt water in the ocean. I can, however,

still sense this magic.

You could lead us to it.

Consider me your trusted bloodhound.

When I was in the janitor's office, I
thought some supplies could help us,

okay? You're an idiot and the whole
school hates you.

Leave off receiver, lock back bolt
carrier group, take off barrel speed

handle, change barrel.

I'm mentally stripping my service rifle.

You're right.

It does help.

It's terrifying.

Everyone here is already burning with
rage, and it wants more victims.

Now it is trying to escape the school,
and we must block all the exits.

Oh, if it gets out, it could take down
the whole city.

Would you just tell me what we're
looking for?

Salt. They must salt the stairs or
something, so we need to look for that.

Okay,

so

you're in the super strength phase of
rage.

She's burning up. I told you to stay out
of here.

I know, but you have to calm down. Calm
down? He's dead and you're stealing his

stuff. That is not... What's wrong with
you? What's wrong with me?

The same thing that's wrong with you. I
am pissed off.

It is not fair that your dad died. Just
like it is not fair that my parents died

and left me to grow up alone.

And now you're going to have to do that
too. And it is not fair.

So, yeah, I'm angry, and you have every
right to be, too.

I am.

And I'm so scared.

And I just wish there was someone I
could blame.

I know.

Pragmatism is an American philosophy.

I knew the chemical composition of the
metal statues, so I created a charged

electrochemical barrier.

Ah, like a summoning circle.

Sure.

Should turn back to stone any minute
now.

Any minute.

Must have missed something.

I didn't miss anything.

Well, you did, because it's still
running like a maniac.

Why is it always my fault? Why can't you
or Charlie come up with a high-tech

demon summoning circle?

I'm keeping you alive. I literally just
stopped you from getting killed by D

'Arc. Silence.

The problem is we are in a high school,
and these teenage monsters are feeding

the beds with limitless rage, and we are
out of time.

Okay,

we can solve this.

Power, focus, effect.

How magic works.

Power, the student's rage.

Focus, 15 minutes off.

Vex, those it feeds on get angrier,
making him more powerful, and eventually

consumes their souls with rage.

That is an excellent... Shut up!

We can't do anything about focus or
effect. How do we choke off the power?

Connor, you taught these teenage
monsters.

For years.

So, what makes them happy at school?
Nothing!

Nothing will make them happy at school.

Wait, Mr. Hughes was the headmaster,
right?

So, technically, there's no one in
charge at the school right now?

I'll be right back.

Attention, students.

All classes are canceled for the day.
You all have permission to go into the

city. Also, there's free pizza.

What will make teenagers happy is being
out of school.

The only people happier.

This is a toxic work environment.

I don't get it. Why, we took away all
the source of power. The kids are gone.

So much for that plan.

You have no plan. It's us.

We are fueling it with our anger.

He is right. If the four of you are
unable to control your rage, you will

burn up soon.

Well, do you have a plan?

Well, the safest thing for me is to wait
for the four of you to die, thus

depriving the demon of its rage fuel.

It will then revert back to its statue
form.

And I should return it to your library.

I bet it can kill him before I explode.

Uh, it's fear.

Anger is just fear acting out.

Earlier, with Tamara, she was right on
the edge of burning up, and I redirected

her to admit her fear, and she calmed
down.

How did you know to do that?

Because when my parents died, I knew
fear.

And I know back then I let it turn to
anger, so how does this help us?

We embrace our fear.

We admit it.

and we steal its power.

Face your fear.

You blunt your rage.

How do we even start?

I'm afraid of losing you all.

I had a family and I lost them.

And then I found you guys.

The reason I want to control everything,
I want to fix everything,

is because I want you guys to be safe
and happy.

And so that nothing can go wrong.

Because I... I can't lose you, Guy.

I'm afraid of losing my mind.

You all think finding the library in the
magic world was a dream come true.

And, uh, it is.

But I... I only found it because of my
obsession.

Remember?

I destroyed my career, my relationships.
I destroyed other people,

people who cared about me.

And it was all because I became
obsessed.

Now I'm in a place that has all the
answers.

But every answer leads to a million more
mysteries, a million more rabbit holes

to chase down. And I am terrified some
days that I'm going to find myself at

the bottom of one of those holes alone.

We'll be there.

I'm afraid I'll have to choose.

I was told one guardian, one librarian.

And the mission is clear.

To protect the librarian at all costs.
And if they die, then... If they die, I

was prepared for it.

We have three.

And... I'm afraid one day on some
mission when we're out of time and

options, I'm going to have to choose
that one die to save two.

I want to protect all of you.

And I'm afraid it may not be possible.

Vic, it doesn't apply to me.

Really? Sir, we're running out of time.
No, I am out of time.

I am out of my time.

I've lost everything.

And I'm supposed to fit in, but how?

No matter how hard I try, I never feel
at home.

My world was my home.

My home was Anya.

And I gave it up, and for what?

For a future where I will forever be an
outcast.

Like I, feeling like this.

Feeling alone.

I don't know how you'll feel.

But you won't be alone.

I still feel afraid.

It's okay.

First thing is Bojo learns.

That courage is just controlling your
fear of five minutes longer than

everyone else

Okay

Oh,

thank God

That's a nice way to honor your dad.

The whole school had a memorial for
Headmaster Hughes.

I thought my dad deserved to be honored,
too.

The last few days feel like a blur. The
rumors about what happened have been

crazy. I heard the kids say it was an
alien invasion.

Never alien.

I don't know.

But I do know that my dad really is
gone.

All my friends are avoiding me, looking
at me weird.

Everyone knows that whatever happened,
happened to my dad.

You know, when I lost my parents, I
thought that everyone was avoiding me

too.

But really, I think I was avoiding them.

Because I was afraid they would leave.

And it was lonely.

And hey, I have to work hard every day
to stop.

Pushing people away.

Now I found a new kind of family.

Family I chose.

Your dad wouldn't want you to be alone.

No, Mom.

And hey, you won't be.

Are you grading us?

Being back in school gave me a wave of
inspiration.

I thought a point system might be
motivating.

Uh, no way Lysa gets more points than
me. I figured out it was the best demon.

Oh, sorry. We figured out how to capture
it and used your psychology degree to

realize that anger is just a
manifestation of our deepest fears.

Honestly, I deserve more points. And who
kept you all alive again?

Me.

I don't see your name up there, Vikram.

That is because I am the most senior
librarian.

If anyone would start handing out
grades, it would surely be me.

So you had to confess your deepest fears
to contain the demon.

Disappointed I missed that.

What is Vikram's greatest fear?

A new outfit?

Ouch.

Man, too bad we didn't get to hear
Merlin's fear, huh?

I would love to know what a socialite
like him is afraid of.

Did you say...

Merlin. Yes, isn't it wonderful? We have
a new ally to the library from this

adventure. The Merlin, who wishes to
join our fight to protect the world from

magic. You let Merlin assist you on a
case?

Uh, guys, you definitely fucked up the
demon, right? Because she looks pretty

angry. He just wants to work with the
library.

Merlin is an enemy of the library. No,
no. He told us all about Camelot. And

what happened? He wishes to remedy his
mistakes. This is his second chance.

Do you realize who you let?

Help you.

The man responsible for the deaths of
everyone I held dear. The man who caused

the destruction of my home.

The fall of a great and noble kingdom.

Merlin is the reason I hid in isolation
for decades.

No, I tricked him with the app. He has
no magic, none, zero. His power was

never about the magic.

He's cunning and manipulative and
charming.

And even if it's true and he has no
magic left, do you really imagine he's

given it up?

He's like an addict.

All he cares about is that power. And he
will let nothing and no one stand in his

way. So no, he does not get a second
chance.

And no, you cannot ever trust him.

So where is he?

We must interrogate him immediately. And
we cannot, under any circumstances, let

him leave the library.

Funny thing, um, I did leave him alone
to continue his quest to learn about

this new world.

You let Merlin walk free.