[The loss of the Link between himself and his Master pains him-- only now does he wonder if it pains his Master also.

Arthur has given a Command. And in spite of a Darkness lurking at the back of his mind, he vows to do as she says-- to not speak so, though it is his firm feeling that he is fairly useless as he is. He sighs.]

I feel more unmoored, Arthur, than I would wish. Madness has its attractions, I assure you.
Even if I should wish to aid my Master or any Others-- no, I do wish to, though-- it is no matter.

As you say, I should seek my Master. Unless you would have me accompany you. Swordless as I am.