[ TEXT; BOTH COURTS ]

[knightscode]

[Anyone who knows Lancelot will likely as not be immediately surprise that he is sending any kind of message that is written. It is hardly one of his strengths. Still, the message is short, and this way devoid of emotion. Which is best, considering the topic. ]

For those who knew him Faolan is no longer with us.

He sacrificed himself for the sake of a friend.

So far as I understand he will be returned, in some days, by the power of the courts.

He will need space and kindness.

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[graciousness]

Lancelot.

[ perhaps she's panicked. Faolan is a good man, a friend and to think - no, it cannot be true. she had thought, she had naively and honestly thought a battle can be avoided and now -

but lancelot - ]

Are you safe? where are you?

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[knightscode]

[ Lancelot can hardly hide from Guinevere. He would have no wish to, regardless. He's pale, drawn, tiredness colouring his features. ]

I was returned to Caer Glaem late last night. Forgive me if I worried you, I am safe. Faolan made sure of that.

[digophelia]

[ She's just browsing through the lockets on her downtime, after just caring for the horses, so she is supposed to be in a good mood. But this? This is something that she can't ignore out of the sake of her curiosity and, notably, horror. ]

Sir, you have my deepest sympathies. But, pray tell, what do you mean return in a few days time?

[ She distinctly remembers the first thing she was told on arriving in Caer Scima that Feanor, himself, explained he was dead. Only through that small irrational thought process Alice wonders if anyone recently dead could also come back into Drabwurld.

Drabwurld also has a very good way of fooling or confusing one's self, too. ]

[knightscode]

The monarchs hold the power to heal and renew us. I asked that Faolan be returned. He may not have been of my court, but he was a loyal friend. He deserves another chance.

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[bythewaves]

Master Faolan is...

[ I told you Celegorm's ghost leans against him as Maglor stares at the words on the screen Everyone leaves. You should never have talked to him. I should never have talked to him. We only bring bad luck ]

Ai. I... am sorry. I thank you for bearing your grief enough to tell us. Can I... trouble you to bear him a message? When... he returns. Tell him Maglor wishes him well.

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[knightscode]

[ The name and voice is not one he recognises, yet Lancelot is well aware that Faolan would have had friends he did not know. Would have known many before him.

His voice is tired, heavy with grief. ]

I will tell him. I intend to do my best to be here when he is returned. I doubt the experience will be pleasant for him.

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[burping]

[ she did not know this man but she worries for her friend.]

Sir Lancelot, I am deeply sorry for the loss of your friend.

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[knightscode]

[ Mithian's gentle voice is somehow something that twists pain further into him. She is sorry for a friend she never knew being gone, and Lancelot finds himself equally sorry she never met him. ]

Thank you. He was a good man. I think you'd like him, Lady Mithian.

[ He only hopes this works. That she still has the chance. ]

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[fairyfoes]

I had my doubts of him, lord marshall, being an Unseelie in your service. Such honor is rare seen in men, and I'm glad to be shamed of my suspicions.

I'll speak to what other men-at-arms who knew him, and see that we hold a white candle vigil for his spirit while it rests in death.

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[knightscode]

[ For a moment, all Lancelot can feel is a spike of anger that Tarz ever doubted him. That he would dare to mention such a thing now, all things considered.

Yet it fades, as he continues, as he offers a vigil, and by the time he speaks Lancelot just sounds exhausted again. ]

Thank you, Tarz. I would appreciate it.

[ A pause, heavy with all his unshed grief, because he allows himself something more honest. ]

He could have saved himself. He chose to save me instead. I do not know how I can ever repay such a debt.

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[wolvering]

[There's a very quiet gasp of "gods--" and the locket doesn't show much. A few strands of her hair, mostly, she can't bear to look at the words again. After a silence, she speaks.]

He was kind even to strangers. I will pray for him.

I'm--

[There's silence and then a flash of her face, full of a muted grief.] May The Crone watch over and preserve him until his return.

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[knightscode]

Faolan did not think himself a good man, but he was. He is. He will be. We will hold a vigil for him, if you wish to attend.

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[chaoticwhimsy]

Jeepers. He is just not having a good month, huh.

You really think he'll come back from the dead though?

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[knightscode]

I appealed for him to be healed and returned. It will be done.

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[tacticalturtleneck]

Let's be honest, he was kind of an asswipe.

Just saying.

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[knightscode]

[ A... what? Lancelot is, admittedly, partially thrown by the wording at first but even then he recognises these words are not kind.

It's reasonably lucky Archer is not in punching distance. ]

He gave his life for a friend. Show some respect for the dead.

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[chromosomes]

Have you seen the healers since you returned?

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[knightscode]

You are kind to worry, but I will be fine.

[ Which means no. He just bound up his own burns and lurked in his room. ]

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[starspangled]

I didn't know him, but he sounds like someone I'd like to know. Maybe after he's returned and had some time.

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[knightscode]

He has been a good friend to me. We may not always see things the same way, but I value perspective. He gives it without judgement. I hope he will continue to.

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[scinlae]

[ It is only with great hesitation that she does this: ]

Lancelot?

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[knightscode]

Morgana.

[ He's too tired to even remember the title. ]

Did you know him?

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[waterbearer]

Lancelot, what do you need?

[ Faolan is beyond help, now, save for that granted to him by the powers courts. Until that time, The Marshall is the main focus. Kaldur has yet to meet a circumstance when being brought back from the dead was without cost. ]

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[knightscode]

[ Lancelot honestly isn't sure how to answer that. He does not know what he needs. Does not know what he could ask for.

He wants his friend back.

He wants to be left alone.

He wants to drink his way through a bottle of wine, sleep away a day and wake up and have everything be as it was.

None of the above are happening. Not yet. He's still catching up on the incessant messages he had while he was gone. ]

I will be fine, but thank you.

[ His voice is noticeably softer, duller than before. He's not fine, but he has to be so he will be. ]

And thank you for the notes, I have yet to have time to look through them but it seems as if you found a lot. I'll --

[ He pauses, winces at himself. I'll have to ask Faolan to help me go through them, he nearly says, before he realises he can't.

Lancelot recovers himself after a second, determinedly carries on. ]

It will take me some time to read through them if I do so on my own. If you don't mind -- if you find yourself in Caer Glaem, perhaps you could talk me through them?

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[choreographics]

What? [No, seriously, it took him a few tries of reading the message to really understand what Lancelot's saying but--but come on. There's no way that makes sense, right?]

What happened? [And though he hates to question it...] You're positive they're going to bring him back?

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[knightscode]

I asked Solais myself. She promised me she would ensure it was so.

[ Even if Lancelot feels, belatedly, a little selfish for begging his friend back from the dead. What if he had no wish to come? What if he was summoning him back against his will? ]

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[cinnamoned]

[Of course, Snow follows his example. If Lancelot lost a friend he is likely not too keen on really using video and obviously upset, after all.]

I'm sorry. He sounds like a very selfless and brave man. I can't recall if I remember mention of people being 'returned' though, but then I am one of the newer arrivals in comparison. That must be powerful magic.

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[knightscode]

The monarchs are the strongest source of magic I know of in this land. I imagine little is impossible to them. They have healed me before. I trust them to heal my friend.

[Text] (Stumbles in late with a fellow derp knight)

[oathshackledbird]

My friend, I am so sorry. Do you wish to talk? I can be there very quickly.

[Diarmuid might not recognize the name that Lancelot gives because he was never told just who it was who was helping his friend out, but he has known enough knights who have lost their friends in battle to read a bit between the lines.]

It helps sometimes just to have someone to listen while you attempt to sort out your thoughts...

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[knightscode]

I would not know what to say. I do not know if there is anything that can be said.