[Yes, Arthur had been their Hope. It would be easy, Now to see her as his King once more. To take her Words and build Hope upon them.
Lancelot finds he cannot quite manage that-- but neither is he moved to take the opposite position from Her, and bend to Despair.]
I have that Hollowness within me, of that lull before the final Push, the receding of the tide before a Storm at sea. You know of what I speak, and it is not Hope, but it is a readiness to Rise. [He seems to consider for a long moment. When he finally speaks, it is frankly.]
When last we were Gathered in this place, I sought your Life. For all its Evils, this Imprisonment has given me two Gifts, that of my Master's heart, and that of a Peace between us Two, for a Time. Should we Survive what cataclysm may come, perhaps we shall come to blows once more. But no action taken then can render meaningless what has passed.
If such sentiments can be said to be Hopeful, then I suppose that I yet have Hope.
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Lancelot finds he cannot quite manage that-- but neither is he moved to take the opposite position from Her, and bend to Despair.]
I have that Hollowness within me, of that lull before the final Push, the receding of the tide before a Storm at sea. You know of what I speak, and it is not Hope, but it is a readiness to Rise.
[He seems to consider for a long moment. When he finally speaks, it is frankly.]
When last we were Gathered in this place, I sought your Life. For all its Evils, this Imprisonment has given me two Gifts, that of my Master's heart, and that of a Peace between us Two, for a Time. Should we Survive what cataclysm may come, perhaps we shall come to blows once more. But no action taken then can render meaningless what has passed.
If such sentiments can be said to be Hopeful, then I suppose that I yet have Hope.