duo: [visual] [inteded to be locked from Mordred, but technology fail]
"I have a question. And I realise we're all very concerned with rather more impressive things, assuredly I do, but the friend of my heart, my true lord, he's sick to his soul, and I've been unable to help him. I've been unable to do a damned thing for him.
"And I suppose some of you might know a cure for soul-sickness, but I think generally it might be time I left him alone, all things taken together; I've been with him for twenty years and not done a damned bit of good. So the question's for myself, in all honesty. I can't be drunk all the time. Is there anyone who'd like a decent fight?
"I'd like to have a decent fight."
He may have been drinking already, though he's by no means drunk. He looks rather frailer and sicker than usual, bruise-coloured circles around his eyes from the poorness of his sleeping.
"And I suppose some of you might know a cure for soul-sickness, but I think generally it might be time I left him alone, all things taken together; I've been with him for twenty years and not done a damned bit of good. So the question's for myself, in all honesty. I can't be drunk all the time. Is there anyone who'd like a decent fight?
"I'd like to have a decent fight."
He may have been drinking already, though he's by no means drunk. He looks rather frailer and sicker than usual, bruise-coloured circles around his eyes from the poorness of his sleeping.