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I wonder when she and Lancelot crossed paths again after all those years once he'd taken her to the nunnery, after everything that had happened, after her damming everything up in her heart, if it all broke open again like a winter frost being carved into.

She's one of the final remnants of a bygone age. A jewel in a casket. Something to be picked over. Admired and castigated for her follies in one fell swoop.

She's a white phantom.

Nothing.

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"People decided to follow me because of these ideals. If they put their faith on me, then I will make sure to follow it through."

He remembers a boy dying in his arms, the squashed villages and terror reigning under Vortigen, driven by the pursuits of his own magic. Monsters that trample faith in the gods, the weak who need to be protected and cared for. He decided he would walk this path when he drew the sword from the stone. It's just who he is.

"I care about the people, and the world. I do so willingly and always will. I am not a shell; this is how I've always been."

He remembers his own blade stabbing through his Master who he swore to serve.

He wasn't her King, she desperately tried to tell herself that. But the more he spoke of his ideals and the 'world' the more agitated she grew.

"And what of the Queen? Who desperately called for help but was ignored every time until it was too late? Did you listen to her wishes? Or was she not a part of this world that you were desperately fighting for?"

Did he know of the Berserker version of herself that wanders Chaldea? The poor girl who was burned at the stake simply for loving a man when her own husband could not because he was so focused on his 'people' and the justice they deserved for being deceived by a witch.

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"Ensuring that they're taken care of and living happily, isn't that the best way to express that sort of love? Things built on empty promises and words are just lies."

Other beasts and monsters trample over humankind like nothing. Many were weak, needing protection from death and the lost of people close to them.

"You cannot protect everyone, in doing so you're just going to lose more in turn."

She pitied his Guinevere is this was how he truly felt.

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"But what about the people in it? What if they mourn for you? What if they rather you have stayed by their side in the first place? What if they asked to come along with you?

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