[ Lancelot lifts his eyes from his wrists in surprise, studies her face a moment. He feels as if his heart has shattered into a thousand, tiny, irrecoverable pieces. ]
No.
[ Yet the quiet of his voice says there is doubt, still, because why would she lie about this? Why pick Merlin? What reason has she? Lancelot is missing too many pieces of this story, there are too many gaps. ]
Why? What reason had he?
[ After she left Camelot -- when she turned on it, that was something else, yet before? Unless she sought Arthur's death then, too? ]
action;
No.
[ Yet the quiet of his voice says there is doubt, still, because why would she lie about this? Why pick Merlin? What reason has she? Lancelot is missing too many pieces of this story, there are too many gaps. ]
Why? What reason had he?
[ After she left Camelot -- when she turned on it, that was something else, yet before? Unless she sought Arthur's death then, too? ]