If you think that's a lot, try living it. Being all...short...and chubby......and green...

[Merlin wiggles his fingers aggressively before flopping down backwards on Hanna's bed, blowing the leaves that make up his hair from his face when they eventually flop over his eyes in return. He still feels just a tad nervous over spilling something so personal, but...the sense of control he has knowing it's only Hanna sort of makes this all...relieving? If anyone HAS to know, he'd like it to be his friend.]

I guess I just thought if I'm going to be stuck in a hellish nightmare world, that I could at least cherish the fact that no one would ever have to know, but no. Of course my life and the lives of everyone I care about are universally written down, inaccurate as they are. ...Just not inaccurate enough. I suppose I could've kept keeping it all to myself, I just didn't want you believing I'm some sort of dwarf merely parading around as a prince.

You are, by far, one of the few things I actually like quite a lot about this world. I'd hate for you to think of me that way.