It's Merlin and Morgana, watching everyone else the way someone might watch an anthill, watching how everyone goes about their little ant lives, doing their little ant duties and refusing to look up. Arthur is trying to look up, but they won't let him. It's like he is a child they don’t trust alone with the honeypot because he might eat it all and get some on his face and all over the furniture.

oh, oh this is so...sad and pensive and arg, you've portrayed the weight of time perfectly here... I don't know how you do it!