You want the truth? [You can't handle the truth. How can he think she wants to be away from him simply because of Madness? Madness she had caused in how much she had wronged him in life?]

The truth is.... I do not deserve to be in your presence, Lancelot. Not anymore. I am no more a king, much less a knight, after the things I have done.

[Turning her back on honor, wiping her own country off the map for some foolhardy wish, being forced to kill and kill and kill so many people who she never even knew the names of. Men, women, children, her body not her own and screaming in her mind for it to stopstopstop. There had been moments when she would have longed for Lancelot's madness if only for a break from the constant horror she had been forced to unleash upon people.]