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[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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It is true I have heard they can be violent and cannibalistic, but they are supposed to keep to an agreement too. If you make the pilgrimage to them correctly, on foot with no aid or food or water. I fear you may be right but I do not understand why they would not keep to their word.

[ #ThisIsWhyYou'reSeelie ]

[ She could strangle you herself right now, Lancelot. ]

They kept their word, they gifts ─ their sacrifices were give and accepted. That is why they turned on you.

[ It is really not that hard to figure out, especially when you know a thing or two about magical creatures and such. ]

What are you saying?

[ He may need her to spell it out, bless. ]

[ Lancelot, you're driving her to drink. ]

You and Faolan were the sacrifices.

[ You were already a drunk. ]

That makes little sense. We brought along our own gifts, and John came with us from our own court -- he would never agree to such a thing! The Brucolac may be from your own court, but he worked with us before. He helped us fell Reynard.

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[ That is not the point. ]

Then he did not know.

Not even you can be so blind, why else would they have fallen upon you and Faolan and not the others? Do not think that just because a man helped you fell the Fox that he would not do something so low as to present you as a sacrifice without telling anyone.

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[ It makes little sense, yet all the same it makes perfect sense. Why himself and Faolan? He is the Marshal of the forces, Faolan is his guard. The Brucolac surely would get praised for taking them both out. ]

Yet I have no proof. I cannot accuse a man without proof.

[ It is a tactic she would employ, perhaps that is why she is so certain. ]

You would waste your breath with accusations. Were your wounds not proof enough? Faolan's death not proof enough?

His death is proof I have failed to protect him. Not of how or why we were betrayed.

You cannot protect anyone against betrayal, Lancelot.

Then what point is there? I became a knight to protect. If I cannot do that then what worth have I?

Lancelot, do not be so naive as to think you can protect against all. You have more worth than you know, and you were always the best of Arthur's men.

[ Lancelot is not so sure that is true, yet all the same he cannot keep stubbornly arguing this. ]

Perhaps it is a lesson. Perhaps I have been naive. If it is, then I only hope I can learn from it.

You have been at times, but perhaps that is what drew so many to your side.

[ Ha ha ha ha. Really Morgana? That he finds almost bitterly funny. ]

I would think you the last person to compliment naivety, yet that almost speaks in its favour.

[ Shut up you. ]

The world is kinder when you cannot see or will not see beyond the wool that covers your eyes, Lancelot.

We both know all too well the world is not always kind, Morgana, even if it is a pleasant fiction to believe it so.

I know.

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