Is that why you believed I chose you for the Round Table?
[She had never meant her knights to be solely tools of war, but examples of how to live. Beacons of hope shining for all to see that if you had the strength then that strength should be put to good use for the betterment of all.
It made her wonder: did all her knights think the same thing? Did they all see themselves as nothing more than tools?]
Is that the reason you believed I called you the greatest among my knights?
Lancelot, I chose you because you were skilled without even magic and because I could see you were a good man. You have never been "just" a tool. You were a friend, and a lover, and a hero. Perhaps the closest friend I had back in those days.
[She knows this is sore cord to strike, but she has to. Arturia had not been there for her country when it had needed her most, had not been there for her lover when he needed her most, had not been there for her own wife when she had been needed most.
If ever there was a time when Lancelot needed her, it is now, and she refuses to let go of him, her hold on him only tightening. Some part of her thinks wildly that the tighter she grasps on to him, then perhaps she won't lose him to madness yet again.]
Do you believe Guinevere would have fallen in love with you if all you had ever been was a tool of war? Do you think I would have approved of your match if you had been nothing more than that?
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[She had never meant her knights to be solely tools of war, but examples of how to live. Beacons of hope shining for all to see that if you had the strength then that strength should be put to good use for the betterment of all.
It made her wonder: did all her knights think the same thing? Did they all see themselves as nothing more than tools?]
Is that the reason you believed I called you the greatest among my knights?
Lancelot, I chose you because you were skilled without even magic and because I could see you were a good man. You have never been "just" a tool. You were a friend, and a lover, and a hero. Perhaps the closest friend I had back in those days.
[She knows this is sore cord to strike, but she has to. Arturia had not been there for her country when it had needed her most, had not been there for her lover when he needed her most, had not been there for her own wife when she had been needed most.
If ever there was a time when Lancelot needed her, it is now, and she refuses to let go of him, her hold on him only tightening. Some part of her thinks wildly that the tighter she grasps on to him, then perhaps she won't lose him to madness yet again.]
Do you believe Guinevere would have fallen in love with you if all you had ever been was a tool of war? Do you think I would have approved of your match if you had been nothing more than that?