[Mary sits down and snuggles in deeper, crying harder and wishing hard (so hard) that she could have her father, her mother, anybody who knew or someone who knew just how to hold her when she cried.

John.

Oh, it hurts. It's all pain when she grits out words through her teeth.]

I want to just run away, somewhere nobody can ever find us, where we don't have to worry about Camelot or dying or magic or how many years we have left and we can just be us, I want to just leave.