"I'm not being ridiculous." She still didn't understand, completely, how much Camelot hated magic. Soon she would, but now she fell silent. "My father used to tell me about Camelot." And she wants to cry, feels her throat go tight, but she swallows hard. "That's probably why."

It's what made sense to her, anyway, never mind the feeling of deja vu she'd had when she'd come here. "Don't you have nightmares?"