I did it, I watch the thing again, then this happened. I tried, I really did. Crossposted to DP also

[neartridire]

A game? I'm afraid not, Mith. I've got to return to Camelot.

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[lefaye]

Assuming there's anything to return to.

[Okay, so she hasn't really done anything just yet, but it never hurts to keep the Round Table on its toes. Figuratively, anyway.]

[neartridire]

[Hand to the hilt of his sword. See, Percival here can stay stoic while seething and Morgana makes him seethe.]

Arthur will never lose to you.

[lefaye]

You know, I think that's what I like about Arthur's little toys. So sure of yourselves, so certain. It's almost... [she taps a finger against her lower lip, slow, careful, apparently unconcerned by the threat.] It's almost endearing.

[neartridire]

We are his Knights, loyal, unlike the men you use. What is it you want, Morgana?

(There it is, a change in tone, the distaste for Morgana slipping through the stoic demeanor. He will make sure to die before giving it to her, no matter what her answer is.)

[lefaye]

Want? Need I want anything, in particular?

[It's a poor attempt at misdirection, which is as obvious an indication as any that she doesn't mean for it to work.]

Beyond, of course, what is rightfully mine.

[neartridire]

You are always after something and good men have died to stop you. I will not let their deaths be in vain.

(Remember Gwaine, he does, his last memory of home is touching his forehead to his dead friend's. He is rarely so verbose but for Morgana he has to make his point clear.)

Arthur is the rightful King. I would die before swearing loyalty to you as would every Knight and citizen of Camelot.

[lefaye]

Well, we shall see.

[Perhaps it's part of a legimitate belief system; perhaps it's just that she's so very jaded. Whatever the cause, she doesn't believe in his last statement. Maybe he is as loyal as he claims - there is, however, no way that all of Arthur's knights are so loyal.]

What has Camelot done for you, Perceval? [A ruminative pause - she manages to sound (though whether Perceval believes it or not is up him) as if she means the question.] Has it earnt such loyalty? Such trust? After all, my wrath is not to be incurred lightly.

[neartridire]

(A man of action, they mark his response before he speaks a word. The ring of steel sliding free from his scabbard all that is heard after she speaks.

Jaded, belief, whatever she wants to call it. The knight has no doubt in the loyalty of his comrades. Never once has one of them been the betrayer, except for one, one that has a connection to Morgana. This is enough to explain it to to him. He needs no other reason to know why that Knight faltered. Circumstances and a past connection, it is simple. Does she not recall, it has taken magic to make the others succumb. How many loyal knights must she find before she realizes had she chosen another path, she could see such true hearts supporting and protecting her as well.

He is calm, anger kept in check, eyes as strong as the arms which wield his sword. Pride another clear indicator in the brightness of his gaze. He knows she does not mean the question, she merely meant it as a prelude to the threat of her wrath. Or so he believes, this is all he responds to in turn. )

I would die for them. I do not fear you, Morgana Pendragon.

(Her wrath is not enough to sway him from his true heart. He is a Knight and will give his last breath for his King and Camelot.)

[bornofbloodandbattle]

There's nothing wrong with venturing.

[neartridire]

There is when your in the middle of a war. (One that is going to be decided soon and without him if this person does not release him to return to Camelot.)

[bornofbloodandbattle]

Wars are often slow processes with either side attempting to gain advantage over the other. You have nothing to worry over.

[Came the grunted reply from the barbarian.]

[neartridire]

I am afraid you misunderstand, our war is at the deciding moment. Arthur could well die, others (Pain lights his eyes as he thinks of Gwaine.) already have. I have to return with haste.

[bornofbloodandbattle]

Time does not seem to pass the same here as it would wherever our lands currently are.

[neartridire]

You will forgive that I can not take such on your word alone. I must return home.