lanselos_du_lac

Lancelot reaches for Laertes' free hand, brings it up to kiss his knuckles. "I think that must be true, for thee and thine, given that Claudius is here and remembers what thou dost. It sits uneasy with me, though, that Sagramore and Galahad have a different recollection or future. It seems to me it has happened already, though it did not happen to me. Still-- I am grateful for what I have here, now. For thee."