#the sexiest and most depressed grandpa in all the realms

[chess-blackmyre]

I call Merlin “the sexiest and most depressed grandpa in all the realms” and I mean every word of it.

I mean right before we head to Camelot, what happens? His apprentice, the man who has known him for five hundred years and he trained as a small boy, has just died. The absolute last person who knew him from before his time as a tree, and one of the only people he could actually talk to for centuries was gone. Killed by the Darkness—a line of Dark Ones started by his love, Nimue.

Not to mention over the last few years he’s had to watch Arthur, his great hope, a boy he considered close to a son, go down a very dark path.

He still wants to help the heroes, clearly. And I don’t think he was actively suicidal, but I do think the weight of all his years, of all the death he’s seen, is seriously weighing him down. By the time Emma frees him he really just wants this to all be over already.