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You're correct, mundane. The skulls of the dead "monsters" will not work for me. Do you realize it's time to move away from that, yes?

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That would be possible... I cannot explain what it is about your presence. Or would you rather be at the feet of Gwynn ap Nudd?

[That question slices right through him. Because he longs for home, even now, hundreds of years after he'd been banished. But Regina-]

I long to be at your feet or by your side. But that is not how things must be, Gwenhwyfar.

Why is that?

[To both, really. It puzzles her, it's a foreign concept to the woman.]

[He hesitates a moment, not wanting to show how much he has changed.]

The fates are unkind to those of us from the Other World. But you have shown me kindness for a brief time.

I am well aware, both as a witness and experiencing that first hand.

And I am not a kind creature. I don't deserve kindness.

And you think I am kind? Do you take me for some dog. Some puppy. I'm not. That is the last thing I will ever be.

The blood of thousands of mortals stains my fur. And thousands more will fall at my feet when you have long since perished from this world. [A pause. He calms.] But you deserve so much, and I would like to give you such.

I've said it once and I will say it again... I can't have happiness, blaidd. The blood of innocent has also stained my hands; you aren't the only one.

It is my duty to take the lives of the innocent. To bathe in their blood. But I failed Him, and I could never make you happy even if you let yourself see you can be happy.

What do you mean by that?

They may have taken your eye, and you may be assigned to a horrible fate, but nothing will stop you from being happy accept for you. You just refuse to see it. No God can steal your happiness.

There's only one thing that would ever stop me.

I don't want to hurt him.

Just a mortal.

[He snorts, raises a paw to rub his nose against. What has he become? So bitter in such a short time.]

You speak of kindness... and yet he's kind to me, nondiscriminatory. He's offered to bring me back home, despite not being able to.

What makes the King Arthur so excellent?

He is your king, your husband. And the other, just a lover you cannot have. Ill fated one.

I never wanted to be a queen, anyway.

I never wanted to displease my master. What can we do, Gwenhwyfar, when the Gods demand we live this way?

[He picks himself up, trots over, and promptly lays at her feet.]

[You know she's going to sit right down and hold you, right?]

If we go against the gods, we lose our chances come back again to this world and have safe passage to the Otherworld. We'll lose fortunes in this world.

We're their children and they love us; we wouldn't have the forests if it weren't for them.

[Yes, he accepts this.]

How can you be so kind? How can you still love them after what they've done to us?

It is faith that keeps me going. The way of my ancestors- the old ways. Cruelty goes hand in hand with kindness, after all.

I wish I could keep my faith, little one. But I've grown old and weary.

I'm sorry that you feel that way.

[Just gonna prop his head on your shoulder so he's like some over grown fur coat, okay?]

The fates have been kind enough to let me meet you.

[........ This is weird.]

All because I'm "kind".

[At least he isn't eating your hair?]

Because you are you.

[Damn it, it's so hard to accept compliments.]