>.> /flees from

[worthkilling]

My lady Mundane,

As honoured as I am by your... choosing me, I must admit I do have other things that require my attention. Important things. My knights need me, and you have other things you should be doing.

We should return to our duties and go our ways, it would be best for all. 

[..........]

And no, I do not wish to join any 'games', though I do encourage your trying to play me despite your uncertainties in doing so. I approve of trying instead of giving up at the very least. That action is a good one.

You just don't need to do it with me.

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[fealties]

[ HE IS THE BIGGEST DICK. LANCELOT HOPES HE DIES HORRIBLY. ]

Woads. [ His is almost instantaneous. Woads fought them for a reasons, it did not make them exempt from the blame of the lives they took, but they did not kill for the sake of killing. The Saxons had no reason, that he could see, to why they burnt and killed through Britain. ] Their women are betting looking.

[worthkilling]

[NOW NOW LANCELOT, IT'S NOT HIS FAULT YOU TOOK A CROSSBOW BOLT TO THE CHEST.]

Ah, it's always women with you. [He doesn't mind it though, laughing under his breath. But he had to agree, he'd take Woads over Saxons many times again, for more or less the same reason. ] What happens if your choice is Rome or Saxons? And there is not a woman to be seen?

[fealties]

[ YES IT IS. AND HE TOOK THAT CROSSBOW BOLT FOR YOUR BLOODY WIFE. ]

You expected any different? [ This is Lancelot we're talking about here. Though his reasons are more complex than he lets on. ] Neither. [ That is a terrible choice. ]

[worthkilling]

[HEY. H E Y. ROME DIDN'T MAKE THE SAXONS INVADE.]

I cannot say I do. One day you'll find something else to fight for I hope. [He knows, and Arthur's not sure he's always understood them.] Come now, Lancelot, that is not an answer. [deal with it.]

[fealties]

[ TRUE. TRUE. THE SAXONS WERE JUST BORED. ]

You are a bloody fool if you think I fight for the next woman I take to my bed. [ He can't help but be angry at him for saying it. ] I fight [ fought ] for you Arthur, just you. [ And no other. ]

That is certainly an answer.

[worthkilling]

[FUCKING SAXONS.

Also look at him awkwardly stare away. Just kick him next time, seriously. That would be less awkward and painful.] No usually you just fight after when it turns out that woman is married. [deflecting? yes. Because he never knows what to say, as much as he expects it their loyalty, he'll never force them about it.]

Not a good one, as well you know.

[fealties]

[ THEY ARE SUCH DOUCHEBAGS.

Lancelot stands firm in his opinion, especially when it comes to his loyalty for Arthur. He expects the deflection, and it does not surprise him. Not in the slightest. ] She was more than willing enough.

They are poor choices.

[worthkilling]

[WELL YES BUT LANCELOT YOU THINK EVERYONE IS A DOUCHEBAG.

He smiles though, just slightly, because it is nice to hear, even if he'll know exactly what to say to it. That Roman stoicism is a blessing and curse.] Of course she was, that's the problem.

[fealties]

[ YOU CAN'T TELL HIM HE ISN'T WRONG.

One day he will crack that stoicism, and when that happens the entire world will likely stop and stare. ] And yet I am saddled with the blame.

[worthkilling]

[FINE YOU WIN THIS ROUND.

The only time it has was around Germanus. That's... all you need to know. He's just as loyal back to his men.] Well, if you bothered to check first... Also check if she has some particularly over protective father, that'd be nice.

[fealties]

[ He knows Arthur well enough to know how that confrontation went. He knew the moment Arthur came to them and told them they were denied the freedom they had all coveted for so long. ] My mind was else where at the time.