010. [voice]
[The communicator clicks on, and it's almost the first of any word from Arthur there has been since the dreams, but there is no sound save for gentle breathing. On the other side, Arthur is holding it in a firm grip, knuckles white. He knows he should say something, that perhaps he should apologize to everyone he'd killed, but what is there to say? In Camelot, that was the way of things, according to his father.
He's shaken by the images, by what his dream self had done to the people of this place. That his sword was stained with the blood of people who, here, have done nothing but tried to help to keep everyone alive. Arthur doesn't know how he could possibly say sorry for something he hadn't committed, for something that his father has done, and for something that he had followed almost blindly in the past. The last time something like that had happened, they'd wrongly accused Guinevere's father. But even if it were true, and they could all use magic, would it make a difference?
The silence stretches on, but while he makes no move to speak, he also doesn't turn the device off. Backwards as it may be, it is an open invitation to anyone who previously had questions, demands, and accusations for him.]
He's shaken by the images, by what his dream self had done to the people of this place. That his sword was stained with the blood of people who, here, have done nothing but tried to help to keep everyone alive. Arthur doesn't know how he could possibly say sorry for something he hadn't committed, for something that his father has done, and for something that he had followed almost blindly in the past. The last time something like that had happened, they'd wrongly accused Guinevere's father. But even if it were true, and they could all use magic, would it make a difference?
The silence stretches on, but while he makes no move to speak, he also doesn't turn the device off. Backwards as it may be, it is an open invitation to anyone who previously had questions, demands, and accusations for him.]