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It's exactly as it was - exactly - and that was only months ago but in many ways it's been centuries, and that's what it feels like. Galahad fastens the clasp slowly, not in any state of mind to notice that it's been fixed.
The last time?
The smell of blood and the screams of horses, somewhere, and some poor man come to tell him that his prince was dead - I'm sorry, my lord, but as Prince's Champion you should be... sir knight? My lord du Lac? Are you all right?
Clenching his fingers against the leather and pulling, throwing, not even looking to see where it fell. A mistake.
Galahad-in-the-now sits with a pillow against his back and flicks the pendant with one finger, smiling, not really registering his own movement.
The last time?
The smell of blood and the screams of horses, somewhere, and some poor man come to tell him that his prince was dead - I'm sorry, my lord, but as Prince's Champion you should be... sir knight? My lord du Lac? Are you all right?
Clenching his fingers against the leather and pulling, throwing, not even looking to see where it fell. A mistake.
Galahad-in-the-now sits with a pillow against his back and flicks the pendant with one finger, smiling, not really registering his own movement.