lanselos_du_lac

Lancelot does not think he has ever thought about this; he has never questioned what he was meant to be, trained to be. He looks very thoughtful for a few breaths.

"No, I did not choose it-- I never thought there could be a choice." He sounds a little surprised. "I wanted it, I don't recall ever wanting anything else. I was not unhappy. But I also cannot recall a time when I didn't know it was expected of me. It was just--" He pauses, shrugs a little. "What I would be. What I am. What I was meant for."