Voice.

[supercilious]

Six months. Six months of watching people come and go. I've never been away from Camelot this long before. Truth be told, I'm sick of the sight of you all. This place isn't my home, you are not my people. Yet sometimes I think perhaps I've changed too much to ever-

[a long, broody pause]

It would be the middle of spring. They'd be holding a tournament. It has been a very long time since I wasn't champion.

I wonder...

[whatever he wonders is never vocalized. a sigh, and he stops the recording.]