LANCELOT
“Forgive me, you simply resemble someone I once had the opportunity to meet a very long time ago.”
Why do you allow this? Because it’s friends with Saber? Disgusting creature, remember the penalties. Life penalty, body penalty, freedom penalty, fame penalty, fortune penalty.
The former knight of the lake blinked, trying to cut through the haze and keep with the conversation, lest he make even more of an ass of himself.
“Maybe I should be asking you that question, Lancelot. You okay?”
Why care what Saber would wish? Selfish ⎕⎕⎕, you paid her penalty, and she violates you. Violation for benefit, violation for respect.
“I, ah, yes. As I said, distracted,” Lancelot said. He looked at Forest and Gadreel, both of them looking somewhere between concerned and wary. Perhaps his affliction was more visible than he thought.
⎕⎕⎕FOR SELF ⎕⎕⎕FOR SELF ⎕⎕⎕FOR SELF ⎕⎕⎕FOR SELF ⎕⎕⎕FOR SELF ⎕⎕⎕FOR SELF ⎕⎕⎕FOR SELF ⎕⎕⎕FOR SELF ⎕⎕⎕FOR SELF
Lancelot grit his teeth at the sudden onslaught. His vision seemed to shake, and he could almost feel the shelves about to topple on him. He looked down at his feet, trying to maintain some semblance of control. He couldn’t stay here, Forest’s presence was driving him mad.
“I… I need to go,” he said softly, afraid of what he would hear if he raised his voice above a whisper. He sped off in a rush, almost jogging through the store in his haste to pay for the items and take his leave of this place.